"That little fucker,"mutters the old man and takes a swig from his (now banged the hell up) flask. He's standing at a dingy alien garage. The parking space is empty. Rick is starting at it with not so mild interest. "Yeah Morty Grandpa will remove the tracking chip from you so you don't feel like a dog. Yeah suuuure. No it's ok if you leave your phone home to avoid telling your mom why you didn't answer when she inevitably calls you about the unfinished laundry. Oh, okay Morty! I'll trust you for five minutes with my space ship. What the fuck could happen in five minutes? … Well apparently FUCKING THIS!" He shouts at the emptyness like it's the inside of Mortys skull, cause apparently they have the same density. As if as punctuation a piece of space debris floats across the space like a tumbleweed.
He puts down the duffel bag of cargo, and sighs. The air smells like shit tho, so decision immediately regretted. He takes out his phone, dials, and lifts it to his ear. A long while the scientists is left to just look at the darkness of space through a hole in the concrete and listen to no answers. A patrol car whizzes by. He shoots a murderous glance at it once it's almost out of sight again. The phone is finally answered:" Heeeyyyy buddy, need to ask you a favour."
The room is dark, and smells like thousand year old mold. Like there's mold growing on mold growing on mold. "Aww jeezh.."Morty whispers scared, and tries to see some indicators for his location. "Well at least I'm not tied up," he desperately wants to see the bright side, as not to freak the fuck out. A little snot drips down his nose. It's freezing. He hugs his body, while trying to make minimal contact with the cold and disgustingly hostile ground. It's crawling with… something. He doesn't want to look. He doesn't want to know.
Mortys stomach cramps, end he tries not to vomit as he hears heavy footsteps. They halt at the door to his cell and he hears someone fumbling with the doorknob. A thin column of green light is cast on the floor. Bile in his throat, Mortys eyes water as the beam just barely reaches his face, but still manage to burn his retinas. A slow drip of water is all he can focus on for a moment as he's unable to see his stalker. The beam of light grow thicker momentarily as the shadow enters. Then it's dark again. Morty doesn't breathe. The figure is looming far above him, much larger that the biggest of men. "P-pl-please just rape, and let me-let me go home," he whispers, more hoping than asking. The stranger answers in a language of shrieks and gurgling. "Oh jeezh, do-don-don't kill me, please!"
Rick hears Mortys pathetic voice at the end of the hallway. He wipes purple alien blood from his brow, and heads stealthily to the now non-stop wailing Morty-beacons direction. "Damn spaceship scavenging pirates, you can steal my heap of lovely shit, but you don't steal the breathing heap of lovely shit. He's mine," Rick murmurs, making his 'friend' listening in on his mic laugh like he lost his head. Rick mutes his ear piece for a few seconds to spare him from the ugly-ass noise. Finally after a long wait behind the door just listening to his grandkids cries for help, the earpiece gives him the all clear signal, and he kicks in the door.
Mindlessly he shoots the assailant in the head-like area. It spews more purple shit everywhere from the bullets entry point. It partially covers Mortys torso. The young boy doesn't look at his grandfather, just stares with eyes wide as saucepans at the now deflated corpse. "Yeah I'd love to discover the deeper meaning of life too dip shit, but we gotta run before more of his buddys find us," Rick states and pulls the boy up by his elbow as he doesn't respond. Three tentacles slip out of the boys pant sleeves as they make their way out of the room. Rick sees it, and chooses strongly not to ever comment on it. Just like Jellybean. Pretend it didn't happen. Hope he forgets. Just move on.
They make it to the space ship without incident. It hasn't yet been torn apart and sold, which honestly even for these shits would've been fast work. Morty climbs aboard, and away they go. "There's a help signal activator in the glove box. That small white button. If you see some creep nicking my shit, next time just press it. Took me two days to locate this baby under their signal interference."
Morty doesn't answer, just looks out at space. "Are- are you even listening to me?" Morty doesn't answer, so Rick just huffs, and looks on. He tries not to care. He tries not feeling guilty. The assailant is dead, so what the fuck can he do? Beth would cry and make him uncomfortable, Jerry would kill Rick and Summer would walk away. Yeah, not happening.