Asphodel Rex – Central Nexus of the Ultravoid Empire
The blackened skies above Asphodel Rex cracked with violet storms, each bolt of lightning striking not at random — but directly into soul-conducting pylons that powered Zane's fortress-world. A swirling vortex of folded matter churned in the sky, broadcasting encrypted psionic commands to the Six Clone Planets orbiting the Core of Oblivion.
Zane stood on the Grand Ascension Platform, 5,000 feet above the throne citadel, looking down upon the endless formation of newly completed Zanite Clones.
The steel-blue wind howled across the void-stripped cliffs as one billion Zanites, all unique, all enhanced, stood in silent rows, weapons mag-locked to their backs, eyes glowing silver with loyalty.
The Division of the First Billion
Zane raised his hand, his voice enhanced by bio-organic speakers embedded in the planet itself.
"You are the First Billion. But you are not the last.
You are builders. Destroyers. Saviors. Tyrants.
You are mine."
With a mental pulse through Eris, the Zanite Clones were sorted:
250 Million were directed to the Civilian District.
Assigned to infrastructure, research, development, governance, trade, science, psychic farming, cultural development, and dimensional tourism systems.
The remaining 750 Million were evenly split between:
Military District — 375 Million clones.
Navy District — 375 Million clones.
Zane's empire had now taken its first true form.
Military District – Division Formation
Divisions Created:
Hellfire Legion – Advanced frontline shock troops.
Ash Dragoons – Urban and planetary pacification specialists.
Oblivion Fangs – Stealth, assassination, and PsyOps.
Iron Host – Siege specialists, mech-commanders.
Chrono-Reavers – Time-bending infantry with spatiotemporal artillery.
Black Halo Corps – Weaponized religion and memetic warfare.
Each division had its own internal sub-divisions, ranks, customs, armor types, command AI, and ideological symbols. Zane encouraged creative warfare — every General was permitted to evolve their own tactical styles.
Navy District – Division Formation
Divisions Created:
Void Armada Prime – Capital-class interdimensional dreadnoughts.
Wraith Skimmers – Fast attack shadowships with cloaking systems.
Storm Crucible – Bio-engineered Leviathan-class living ships.
Rift Cutters – Portal-fracture engineers and system infiltrators.
Nova Seraphim – Energy-based fleet with divine weapon mimicry.
Gravemind Echo – Ships bound with ancient AI ghosts and quantum horror.
The Navy District was not merely interstellar. It was interdimensional — with fleets designed to break timelines, shatter gods, or erase historical anchors.
The Spartan Project – Zane's Elite Vanguard
Zane desired more than generals. He wanted immortal war-beasts — perfect humanoid warriors infused with discipline, might, and godlike endurance.
Thus, the Spartan Program was born — an evolution of the long-dead super soldier initiatives from primitive timelines like Halo.
Phase 1: Body Reforging
Selected Zanites underwent brutal neural reformatting.
Bones were replaced with liquid-alloy mesh.
Organs were enhanced to process multiple atmospheres and resist direct radiation.
Strength increased to power-lift tanks.
Reflexes were synaptically rewired to act faster than thought.
Phase 2: Mind Encoding
Spartan Zanites were loaded with billions of hours of simulated war memories.
They were trained through time-accelerated dreamscapes filled with impossible enemies.
Loyalty conditioning fused into the subconscious: obedience to Zane was not a command — it was instinct.
Phase 3: Godflesh Armor
Each Spartan received Soulplate Mk.1 — living armor bonded to their nervous system, capable of shapeshifting, cloaking, and devouring enemy magic on contact.
Each Spartan was capable of fighting full legions alone — and winning.
The Virus Program – Zane's Ultimate Weapon
But Zane had more in mind. Raw power wasn't enough. He wanted biological ascendancy.
He looked into the cursed past of the Resident Evil universes — and saw potential.
T-Virus. G-Virus. C-Virus. Las Plagas. Mold. Ouroboros. The Progenitor strain.
He took them all — isolated them from their weaknesses — and perfected them.
The Virus Forge: Black Cell Core
Located on a floating fortress-laboratory in the heart of a neutron storm, Zane forged a reactor built to evolve virus strains infinitely.
Every virus was enhanced to fully integrate with the host — no grotesque mutations unless willed.
Adaptive evolution encoded — virus would rewrite host DNA to optimize based on mission.
Optional forms: From human to hybrid to eldritch monstrosity.
Controlled mutation: Zane could activate a combat form at will, then revert cleanly.
Then, Zane did what no one else dared:
He infused himself with the entire perfected viral codex.
Zane Ascends
The moment he merged with the perfected virus array, Zane collapsed into the Viral Chrysalis — a sealed cocoon made of liquid blood-steel and data.
Eris: "Caution. Body is undergoing total genetic remapping."
Inside, Zane's bones elongated, muscle density increased tenfold, and nanite viruses wove armor into his veins.
Five days passed.
On the sixth, the chrysalis shattered.
Zane emerged — nine feet tall, cloaked in a membrane of blacklight energy, eyes burning with crimson quantum plasma.
His voice distorted reality.
His skin shimmered with perfect viral control — no decay, no corruption, only ascension.
He wasn't Rick anymore.
He wasn't Zanite.
He was Zane Eternal.
Expanding the Cloning Worlds
Eris projected a schedule:
"Clone production to increase from 1 billion to 2.5 billion every 5 days per planet."
"Expansion plans in progress: 4 new Clone Worlds under terraformation."
"Projected army size in 3 months: 120 billion unique Zanites."
Zane nodded.
"Civilizations are built with people. Empires are built with monsters.
Let's give the multiverse both."
Asphodel Rex — The Command Nexus
Perched at the pinnacle of the Strategic Reality Manipulation Platform in the Cathedral Core of the Ultravoid Empire, Zane stood with arms crossed, the black cape of bio-plasma billowing as if responding to gravity that no longer applied to him.
He looked upon the reshaping map of his empire — charted not in light, but in chronospectral reality. Each clone planet pulsed like an axis of radical fury. War frontiers flashed. Civilian infrastructure sprawled like living circuits.
But Zane's thoughts were more than present.
He did not merely ponder victories — he pondered ageless conception.
"Eris. Expand the clone production line."
Eris: "Define scale of expansion.".
"I need one hundred clone worlds up and running within a galactic cycle. Complete conversion.
Upgrade all biogenesis tech. Add Viral Codex strain to new batches. Make them capable of evolving mid-war."
Eris: "Ordered. Initiating Phase Godwomb."
Project: Godwomb Genesis – Expansion to 100 Clone Worlds
Location: Sector Voidframe-9
Resources Used:
3 collapsed neutron star cores
900 quantum-forged black matter rings
10 billion tonnes of hive-flesh scaffolding
Pinched time-loops from a deceased Chrono-Mage civilization
Clone Planet Classes Introduced
Womb-Class Alpha – Speed-focused; achieves 10 times faster with shorter clone lifetimes, for disposable shocktroopers in the field.
Cradle-Class Omega – High-grade gestation cycles for superior elite clones with specific mutations.
Forge-Class Xeno – Specialized in incorporating Zanite DNA into other species for hybridization.
Mirror-Class Delta – Creates infiltration forms trained in cultural impersonation, psionic subversion, and emotional warfare.
Production within 5 days:
Old Output: 6 planets × 1 billion = 6 billion
New Production (initiated baseline): 100 worlds × 5 billion = 500 billion Zanite clones every 5-day cycle
They would not be soldiers.
They would be colonists, workers, pioneers of new worlds and systems.
Each batch warehoused, set up, trained, and then dispatched across the empire in infinite-loop teleport chains — reusable warp-tunnels Zane built from dissected magical leyline beasts.
The New Division – SPACE MARINES ZETA CORE
Zane looked now into the stars.
While the Navy kept the ships, and the Military kept the ground… there was this gap link — a warrior that could thrive in the gap, survive in orbit, succeed in the icy quiet of space.
And thus Operation Voidborn Ascendant was born — the creation of the Zanite Space Marines.
Space Marine Corps Formation
Codename: ZETA CORE
Selection Requirements:
Spartan-standard physical template
War mind over 300 war-sims per hour
Viral Codex implementation phase 5
Willingness to take Void Baptism — orbital freefall in the nude for ten full seconds
Space Marine Upgrades
1. Armor: Voidwraith ExoPlate
Bio-synthetic muscle tissue sub-layer
Outer hull smelted from black starplate, with antimatter and divine flame hardness
Integrated personal micro-warp core to facilitate teleportation and inertia-nullification
Thruster wings made from viral plasma wings that re-grew during combat
Helmet HUD capable of scanning through alternate dimensions
2. Weapons:
Graviton Flamer: Discharges bursts of plasma with gravitational crush on impact
Soulpiercer Rifle: Fires bio-encoded rounds that phase through shields and hits at the consciousness
Clawblade Gauntlets: Implanted into muscle, usable on demand, imbued with godkiller venom
3. Mutation Rights (Controlled):
Each Marine was entitled to call upon a bespoke mutation once during a campaign. It could involve:
Multi-limbed berserker mode
Temporary invisibility across the spectra
Flesh-jet propulsion
Dimensional phaseform: Becoming uncatchable for 10 seconds
Ranks in Space Marines:
Void-Reaper (General)
Star-Thorn (Commanders)
Orbital Fang (Special Ops)
Black Halo (Pilots/Operators)
Grave Comets (Shock Assault Units)
Every unit had their own ships, drop-pods, orbital thrones, and AI commanders who swore only to Zane's mindprint.
Baptism of the First 100,000 Space Marines
Zane stood over a crater city on Clone World 07 – Terra Gauntlet, as 100,000 freshly-created Space Marines spilled out of the Baptism Vaults.
Red sky dense with nano-smoke.
He raised his hand. The entire force hovered.
No tech. No gravity lifts.
Zane will it.
They soared above broken wasteland, and a thousand orbiting forges glowed hot.
"You are free from planets," Zane spoke in his basso, voice shaking the crust of Terra Gauntlet.
"You will fight in orbit. You will slay in silence.
You are Voidborn Ascendants — children of the black stars.
You are mine."
And the Space Marines roared.
"ZANE ETERNAL!"
The Final Report — Ultravoid Empire Status Update
Eris Transmission:
"Cloning Planets: 100
Clone Output: 500 billion / 5-day cycle
Total Zanite Population: 1.6 trillion and growing
Spartan Troopers: 1 billion
Space Marines: 900,000 active; 10 million gestation
Hive Units: 3.4 trillion Null-beasts at command
Citadel of Ricks' Response: Panic Level Red
Unaccounted Morty Movements: Untraceable (growing rumors)
Magic-Saturated Realms Prepared for Conquest: 312
Zane's Status: Beyond Classification
Zane was seated on his throne upon the Void-Spear Citadel, an aircraft carrier palace ship larger than planets.
"We have built the body of our empire," he said, flexing his viral-bonded claws.
"Now… it's time to test it. Let's tear a hole into Magedom-Eterna.
Let them cast their spells.
I'll rewrite magic itself."