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.::PREFACE::.
It was not supposed to happen this way. The plan was simple. Get in, locate the Cooviyak Swamps on the southern hemisphere of Planet Daxrus, collect the rare berries from the Depresium plant, and get out. That was it. Easy. A no-brainer. Doofus Rick could have done it blindfolded.
In the past the Coovi aliens had always been a peaceful group, never attacking outsiders. Hell, they had practically handed over the deprsi-berries the last time he'd visited. Granted he hadn't ventured to this planet for some time, and he had never traveled here with a companion; much less with a moody, complaining, idiotic teenage boy. Maybe that was the variable he had overlooked. That decision to bring his grandson along had undoubtedly been the wrong one.
Usually when disaster struck Rick Sanchez always held the upper hand; carrying along with him plenty of ray guns and gadgets just in case things went to shit. He always seemed to have the upper hand anywhere he traveled in the universe and usually he did; especially now since Morty had become his dedicated passenger. Unbeknownst to his grandson Rick had definitely tightened up on security. Even venturing to peaceful Planet Daxrus was no different. The ship held plenty of defense mechanisms for them to easily escape a hostile environment but that had been the first thing to go when the Coovi aliens had attacked.
The Cooviyak Swamps were located deep within the Daxrus Mountain Range on the southern tip of the planet. And not being able to reach the smoky swamps by ship Rick and Morty had to venture down the mountains on foot. It was something Rick had done plenty of times before in his life; park the ship on top of one of the red clay mountains, walk the narrow trail down its side, collect the berries that only grew around the swamps, climb back up, leave. They shouldn't have even ran into the planets' creatures. It was something Rick had made sure of; flying the ship away from the main swamps that others mainly visited. After they had collected all they could carry back up the mountain, Rick was filled with optimism thinking about what he was going to create with the rare the berries as Morty mindlessly chattered away in the background. His mind was racing with different formulas he had been tinkering around with that he didn't even notice Morty had stopped walking until it was too late and Rick smashed into his grandson's back causing him to drop the jars he'd been holding, and they smashed onto the ground.
"What the hell, Morty! Can't you see that I-I'm walking here?"
Rick turned around and began refilling his basket while grumbling under his breath.
"G-g-grandpa Rick?" Morty stammered nervously.
"Take your jars up to the ship and come back here and help me. I'm going to try and salvage whats left."
Rick was on his hands and knees crawling around the dusty trail attempting to collect every berry that had rolled away, while carefully avoiding shards of glass.
"B-b-b-but Rick…?"
"What is it Morty?" Rick yelled, finally giving his grandson his full attention, but it wasn't held for long. He stood.
"Well," he said calmly. "Wh-what do we have here?"
A line of Coovi aliens blocked the small pathway to the ship. Their unusual slug-like appearance didn't faze Rick, but the weapons they now garnished did: knives, ray guns, a giant shoulder cannon. Rick raised an eyebrow as he accessed the six aliens before them. They were peaceful beings, what were they doing with guns?
Without warning one alien pulled the trigger. Dark green plasma shot from the barrel and enclosed around Morty. He instantly froze in place. The jars fell to the ground shattering around his feet. With brows lowered and a frown on his face, Rick walked until he was in front of Morty, blocking the path between the aliens and his grandson.
"Look," Rick began, letting out a sigh, "we're-we're just here to collect Deprsi."
"Are you from dimension C-137?" the giant to the left questioned, cutting him off.
"Why do you want to know?" Rick asked.
"ARE YOU FROM DIMENSION C-137?" the alien asked again, his gravelly voice growing louder than before.
"Yes," he answered, ready for what was to come. Or at least he thought he'd been.
"Seize them!" the creature yelled.
Rick quickly reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small laser gun, the only weapon he had carried with them. He aimed it at the creatures, shot a few times, then grabbed Morty's cold body pushing them both behind a large bolder and out of the Coovi's ray gun attacks. With his back up against the stone and his heart beating hard in his chest, Rick pulled out a small screwdriver from his front pocket, flipped open a small cover on the ray gun in an attempt to tinker with it; knowing the small guns blast wouldn't stand a chance against six attacking Coovi. His hands were slightly shaky as he struggled to rearrange the circuits within. But before he was able to click the last wire in place the Coovis' were on them and that was the last coherent thing he remembered.
AN: Hello everyone! I really hope my fanfic is received well in this community! I just recently have gotten into this show and I have to say I've fallen in love. My muse for writing has been gone for some time but I'm trying to get it back with reworking this story a little. I hope I do the characters justice, or if something might need changing, please don't hesitate to let me know! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my R&M FanFic.