The celebration after the O5 meeting was small but meaningful—just me, Julius, and Victor. Three of the most dangerous men on the planet quietly enjoying the moment we'd expanded our power. We toasted to the Council's growth, to Victor's ascension, and to Julius's new strategic advantage with O5‑7 on his side.
The Brain… couldn't be with us.
His entire existence depended on the network of supercomputers, psionic stabilizers, and life‑support systems built around him. If we disconnected him for even a second, he would simply die. So we toasted in his honor instead—three glasses raised for the mind that kept our military strategy flawless.
After our celebration, I returned to Site‑01. There was always something more to do, something to build, something to improve. And today, the system had dropped something into the shop that I absolutely needed.
Kaminoan cloning technology.
A priceless tool.A dangerous one.And something that would change the balance of power in the world forever.
Naturally, we would never reveal it to the public. The Foundation would not unleash clone armies into society. No—this was a tool for one purpose only:
To forge Alpha‑1. My personal Red Right Hand.
The death troopers I had already purchased from the system were the template. They were elite beyond human limits—cybernetically enhanced, surgically improved, and trained to perfection. Out of all twenty‑five, I selected the absolute best specimen to serve as the genetic foundation for the clones.
Then my death troopers took over the training processes. They would teach the new generation everything—marksmanship, stealth, black‑ops strategy, demolitions, close quarters combat. Kaminoans were good, but Star Wars' genetic memory imprinting was child's play compared to what I could do.
Because I had Rick Prime's mind.
And with Rick Prime's brilliance, Kaminoan cloning ceased to be merely advanced—it became revolutionary.
I modified every aspect of the process:
The clones developed faster, reaching adulthood in record time without mental instability.But once they hit physical age twenty, their supernatural aging stopped entirely, allowing them to live normal human lifespans afterward. Perfect for long‑term operatives.
Every clone emerged at the peak of human physical and mental capability. Strength, reflexes, adaptability, perception—maximized. No genetic defects. No weaknesses. No wasted potential.
And secretly? If I wanted to?I could turn them into super soldiers.
Rick Prime built tech capable of erasing people from every universe in the multiverse. Creating a near‑perfect super soldier serum was practically trivial with that level of intelligence.
If I desired it, the clones could surpass Captain America, Black Widow, and even the Winter Soldier. But for now, they simply needed to be perfect human operatives—utterly loyal, silent, lethal, and superior in every measurable way.
My Red Right Hand was evolving.Not simply elite soldiers—but engineered guardians of the Foundation's future.
The first batch would be ready soon.And when they stepped out of those cloning chambers, humanity would never know it…But the world would become a safer place.
Or, depending on your perspective…a far more terrifying one.