The force of gravity slammed Quinn down into the midst of a screaming squirming chaos. Bodies squelched as they smacked against the floor. Bones cracking, shattering and splintering. Skin bursting a torrent of blood, shit, bile, and brain matter. Others, like her, hadn't been too far off the ground but it knocked what little breath she'd sucked in and held from her. Panic laced through her when she wasn't sure she'd be able to breathe. It quickly dissipated when she didn't suffocate and her lungs filled with oxygen.

Quinn's vision blurred around edges and centers, and just blurred everything. Her hand gripped the ground for purchase. Once steady the world filtered in clear. The feeling of being whole again settled into her. Only seconds ago she was staring at her disembodied hands and limbs in the form of particles as though she'd been blasted through a force field of spinners. The shock of the transformation reeled her but as her hands now looked normal they felt wrong, disjointed, and pixelated.

When she could see her surroundings, it left her flummoxed beyond comprehension. Her first thought was that she'd passed out with her VR headset on. Which would explain the vision of the vacuum of space and the blackhole around her minutes ago. Her second thought as she stumbled to her feet was she was tripping acid balls on crack. The good kind, the kind you'd stuff your whole face in and breathe in deep and it should kill you but well there you were.

Quinn flailed her hands in front of her, reaching for something as her legs shuddered. She was unsure of how they worked anymore as they bent backward. Wrong .

Desperate for a tether of reality, she clutched at the floor. Gasping and howling, she ripped out chunks of grass and dirt. Wobbling to her right knee with an attempt to bend it correctly. The moment she tried it snapped from being backward bending to forward. She collapsed to the dirt.

She rubbed her leg as her other knee cracked and snapped to normal. Bones crunched and she let out a wail that was mirrored around her. Her particles aura'd around her and settled correct. With frantic fingers she rubbed her legs, feeling them right and whole .

Dozens of marching feet echoed around her.

Rapid blinking cleared the vestiges of her vision. There were old men completely identical to each other. Same uniform, same face, same hair, same livid expression. Their hands brandished weapons at others in a similar situation as her. Quinn stared at them and blanched.

Clones . She gaped. Clones of herself! It was the only explanation her brain could sputter together. But how? Human cloning had been outlawed before it could even reach human testing. So how? How was she seeing herself be confronted with clones of someone else with guns pointed at clones of herselves?

She shook her head as her own voice pled for mercy. She wasn't talking. Quinn jerked to the source, mouth agape. She felt a scream bubble up as phasers- phasers - ripped through their skull. Instead of slumping and falling to the ground they blew into the air as dismantled particles like half formed specters screaming in silence.

They were gone. With no body left as proof.

Quinn jerked away from the scene only to be confronted with other versions of herselves fleeing once that first phaser went off, terrified of what would befall them. Some scattered to the wind, others fell to the floor. Part of themselves bursting into chunks of flesh, dissolving into reality. Other versions of herself ran far but fell over as the phasers targeted them. They decayed into dust, ash, and atoms. Bodies half disintegrated or withered with mouths agape in agony and eyes wide with no lights on upstairs. If they weren't falling apart then they were burning. Burnt flesh, bone, and meat wafted in fumes toward her. Quinn gagged.

Bile rose in her mouth and vomit spewed and bubbled. She tried to move away from the spill but whatever force field she'd been shoved through left her disoriented. She couldn't push herself off the ground and she couldn't stand up again either.

"Oh god-" her throat heaved again as the same copies of old men in uniform descended on the group of herselves. Their gazes mad and hair wild gray, so gray it was almost blue. She couldn't see beyond the onslaught of them, couldn't even comprehend what had happened.

"Han-urh-hands in the air!" One of the old men demanded as he came upon her.

She thrust her hands up in compliance, fully aware of the proximity of the phaser gun to her skull. What would happen if it had point blank range? Would she melt, fall into a puddle of ash?

"What is your dimension designation!" The old man roared at her. Other versions of him barked the same question to countless versions of herself on their knees, sprawled on the floor or already with their hands bound.

"I-I… I don't know." She stammered, terror ripped through her. "Wh-where am I?" She pleaded. "Please-please don't hurt me!" Quinn begged.

"On-on you-urgh-your stomach." Their stammering belched ridden phrase was incomprehensible. "On your fucking stomach!"

The scream jolted her and she just managed to roll over into her own filth, drenching her clothes in it.

"C-cuff her, Morty."

"Ugh. There's vomit." The little boy besides the older one stepped around.

Quinn hadn't even really seen him before. He also wielded a phaser gun and bore his own clones that accompanied some of the groups of the taller one.

"Please...please." She mumbled. They didn't hear as her face pushed into her own filth. They tied her hands together behind her back.

"Shut up." Both of them barked at her.

"Ow ow… please...just let me go." The cuffs they used pinched her skin and pulled her arms tight against her back and at a painful angle forcing her shoulders back with her chest arched forward.

"I said… Shut. Up." A boot dug into her back and another bashed against her head.

"Ugh!" She struggled then, feeling pain explode and knowing she'd be bruised. Anger roared and she struggled harder now, bucking the kid - Morty was his name- off her.

"Stop struggling." Morty said trying to get ahold of her but she wriggled with newfound gusto. That's when a boot pressed against the back of her throat, forcing her head down and mouth open. The taste of her own vomit forced her diaphragm up and released milky green stomach bile that she coughed on.

"I'm sorry!" Only it didn't come out quite so clear.

In the distance other versions of herself were in similar predicaments.

"We got the intruders. Human. No, it's not a Rick. No. No sir. It's not. Neither sir. We've rounded up the survivors. Some of them…" The voice of the old man paused as he pressed his boot harder on her neck. It was just shy of snapping it, either paralyzingly or kill her. "Resisted. Necessary force and action was taken. I'll have the Mortys take the remaining ones to the detention center."

Quinn ceased her struggling as oxygen became difficult to inhale. The puddle of vomit wasn't helping matters. She sputtered as the dirt pressed under her weight, creating a pool. With no air available and almost inhaling her own vomit, her vision darkened as she tried to push the boot off her.

Slowly, her hands went slack and she stopped moving.

This was how it would end. Quinn didn't even know how. The circumstances involved, why, or even where she was anymore.

"Rick!" The Guard Morty called his superior's attention to the detainee.

"Oh shit." Guard Rick stared down and pulled his foot off. He hefted the unmoving body up. Her face purplish red and lips pale. With a pound to her back, her mouth gasped open and what vomit she'd inhaled came spilling out. She heaved breaths and then proceeded to cough and hack more vomit out. A hand held her hair out of her face.

"Take her-urgh to the transport." The Guard Rick barked at his partner.

Quinn was hunched over, trying to control her breath and stop the tears in her eyes when she came eye level with the Guard Morty who held her bound hands still and also was holding her hair. She blinked as he came into view. Something about his name, his demeanor rang bells in her head.

"M-morty?" She stuttered in awe, her head swiveled to the older man and blanched as his wild hair came into full view. He was tall talland lanky. His uniform pristine and white, though there were smudges of dirt where he had struggled with her. "Rick…" Her head snapped back and forth between the two. They looked at her but she didn't have much time as Morty pushed her along.

She looked down at her legs as they walked. Their shape wrong, their depth wrong and their shading wrong. Her breath came in faster. She hadn't been able to clearly see before but as her lungs filled everything cleared. Or rather the fog in her brain cleared and she could now process what she was seeing and what she was seeing wasn't real. Or it shouldn't be.

"What…" She eyed the world and she begged, seriously begged she really had passed out with her VR headset on. But VR hadn't found a way to transfer pain and near death experiences. They were years off. She whipped her head to stare at Morty. It looked like him. Exactly like him. She half expected to see a Mr. Youseeks any second now. "What kinda fucking Roger Rabbit Cool World bullshit is this?!"


Quinn was pushed toward a large cell with more copies of herself. The ride in had been silent save for the muffled sniffling of some of the other Quinns in the hover vehicle. She hadn't gotten a good look before at the world on account of almost drowning in her own vomit.

"Well that was dark." She muttered at the thought. Her hands were untied and the Guard Morty pushed her in before the door sealed behind her.

She had the time and space to freak out now. The problem was however, not all the Quinns had come to the same conclusion as her. If she freaked out, they would too. Then they would all panic.

So she sat, as close to the corner as possible. The other Quinns who knew, she could tell. Somehow from their expression of awe, confusion, and dawning as they looked around, she knew they knew. Knew they could remember the cartoon show.

The others who didn't were just staring at their hands, flexing them as though that would breathe depth to them.

There was depth, it just… it wasn't the same. Quinn could tell the depth of something, but it was…somehow different? Cartoonish. Like she was a toon or doodle. Great the next thing she'd need is for her voice to get any squeakier. Soon she'll be spouting lines like:Remember me, Eddie? When I killed your brother? I talked just like this?

She laughed. The idea entirely absurd but an actual possibility given her surroundings.

"The fuck you laughing about?" Came a Quinn who hadn't stopped pacing back and forth in the cell.

All the Quinns had their bags and effects confiscated but they still remained in their clothes. Some of them had much more colorful clothing choice. Like this Quinn. She was wearing dark baggy pants, a tight tank top with some sort of anime design on it. Her makeup was dark but her hair was bleached a near pure platinum blonde.

Quinn remember the phase she'd went through where all she wanted was to have white hair, like in anime! She'd moved past that phase. Clearly this Quinn hadn't.

She laughed again. Weaboo Quinn stormed over and grabbed her by her collar, but she didn't have the strength to actually lift her up. Quinn cackled at her.

"What the FUCK are you laughing about?!" Weaboo Quinn growled. "You think this is funny? You think sitting in a cell is funny, Huh? You think being abducted is funny?"

Quinn calmed herself long enough to address the question. "Nope. But I find your hair, hilarious. What are you Santa Clause's punk elf?"

Weaboo Quinn punched her. Or tried to.

"Fuck." She swore. It hurt plenty but it wasn't nearly as effective. See Quinn bet that this version of herself didn't know how to fight. All bluster and no brawn under that pathetic anime-fangirl exterior.

"Uh… itaaaiiii…" Weaboo Quinn pulled back her hand and cradled it against her chest.

"You're fucking joking. Did you really just-" Quinn laughed again. Other versions of herself joined in, some snickering, others smirking.

"The fuck is this otaku…" A Quinn with a backwards cap and sporty clothing asked. "Dweeb."

"Fuck off, Sporty Spice." Weaboo Quinn snapped.

"Dude, not cool. Sporty was the best Spice. You don't insult the bae." Another Quinn, this one immaculately dressed, with perfectly combed hair and freshly pressed clothes. Or they would have been had it not been for the scuffle in the park.

"Hey… y-you guys should quiet down." Came a timid Quinn from the other corner of the cell. This one also wore dark clothing but it was baggy and she swam in it, as though she was hiding her figure.

"And what are you supposed to be? A whale?" Weaboo Quinn mocked. "I bet she's huge under there."

None of the other Quinns laughed at that. In fact all of them grew silent and glared at Weaboo.

"Fuck off." Quinn growled and stood up, moving to sit by the timid Quinn.

"What are you two lovers then?" Weaboo Quinn mocked.

"Would it matter?" Another Quinn stood up, shifting to sit by Quinn and Shy Quinn. She mostly wore pink and shades of brown. Her hair had the vestiges of perfectly formed curls that were strung out from the fight. There was blood on her khakis and she had broken acrylic nails. Barbie Quinn crossed her arms.

"Guys… seriously...y-you should be quiet." Shy Quinn interrupted while pointing at the corner of the ceilings. "They're watching. Th-Those aren't just cameras. T-They're also microphones. Th-they can hear everything we're saying."

All Quinns stared at the device. Some of them backed up. The camera swiveled tracking movement.

"Shit." Weaboo Quinn sat down.

"We should be quiet." Shy Quinn muttered low. "M-maybe play telephone to communicate?"

"Telephone? Are you kidding?" Another Quinn with a side pony tail and bright eighties styled clothing with legwarmers and armwarmers. She spoke with a harsh whisper that wasn't a whisper at all but a raspy voice. "Don't you think Ricks would be able to hear us even if we're whispering?"

"Shut up." A Quinn with glasses muttered. She kept touching her glasses, her fingers tapping on her leg. "We can't let them know we know."

"Know? Know what?" Weaboo Quinn asked. Clearly this Quinn didn't watch any animated shows outside of the classos anime style.

"Oh for fuck's sake. If they didn't know before they do now." Quinn groaned and lept to her feet. She faced the camera and flipped them off. "Hey you. Yeah you Ricks and Mortys watching. See this?" She waved her middle fingers for effect. "This means peace among worlds."

"What are you doing?!"

It got someone's attention because the door to the cell opened and in came a Guard Morty. His gaze swept across the room. All Quinns tensed as he made eye contact with each of them. But he passed over Weaboo, Sporty, Eighties and even Barbie quickly. His gaze fell on Quinn and lingered there as she lowered her hands, no longer flipping off the voyeurs. While he looked away, another Quinn waved, getting her attention. She was the one with glasses. She made a gesture with her hands.

Quinn shook her head, not sure of what she was saying. The Glasses Quinn sighed and rolled her eyes, mouthing something. Quinn watched, watching as she enunciated something. Sign? Sign for what? A sign of something? Glasses Quinn glared and just spelled out the word using her fingers. Sign Language? Oh!

Quinn shook her head with a shrug to indicate she didn't know. Glasses Quinn leaned her head back against the wall, shaking it.

"You." Guard Morty pointed to the corner. All Quinns looked and he was pointing at Shy Quinn.

"M-me?" Her eyes wide, shoulders shaking as she gripped the seat below her.

"Yes. Come on." Guard Morty gestured for her to follow him.

"Woah woah." Quinn stepped in front of Shy Quinn, hands up. Guard Morty tensed as other Quinns rose too.

"Hey wait a second." Barbie Quinn joined in to protect the timid one.

"You can't just take her." Came a darker skinned Quinn with asymmetrical braids in her hair.

"You haven't even told us why we're being detained!"

"We wanna see our lawyers!"

"What about our RIGHTS!"

"I'm thirsty!"

Quinn after Quinn lept up. Their voices joining and cacophonous as they blocked the Guard Morty from taking Shy Quinn. It was working right until he pulled his phaser gun and shot Sporty Quinn. Her body slumped down and all Quinns shut up. Slowly they backed up as Guard Morty pointed his gun at them. They sat down with their backs against the wall.

"If it were up to me, you'd all be dead already. Too much of a hassle. But the Council wants to know how you got in." Guard Morty glared at them. His foot tapped impatiently as Quinn after Quinn pulled away.

It was only Barbie Quinn and Quinn that were left standing up for Shy Quinn. The gun swiveled to Barbie Quinn who swallowed and muttered a low apology before sitting. The gun swiveled to Quinn who stood her ground. Her eyes blazing.

She was crazy. The entire situation was nuts. Or maybe she had a death wish after nearly dying. She should have died.

"Step aside." Guard Morty said with a bored tone.

"No."

"I will shoot you."

"I was supposed to die earlier anyway. Almost drowned in my own vomit because one of your Ricks was keeping me pressed down with his foot." Quinn seethed. "But you'll be no better than a Rick if you shoot me. What's the saying? Just Ricks killing Mortys? Guess it will be Morty's killing Quinns."

The Guard Morty stilled, his head tilted in confusion.

"I mean, we don't even know if she'll come back if you take her. And if you're anything like your grandfather, she's just going to die. Heartless, cold. I wonder what your mother would think. How is Beth?" Quinn continued. This was foolish but she kept going. "Or better yet, what would your father think. Poor innocent Jerry. Look at the monster his son has become. Just like his grandpa though, every bit of his grandpa."

Morty glared and put his gun away. "Rick." He stepped out of the cell.

"What?" Quinn blanched as a Guard Rick stepped in.

"Interesting. Exactly how much do you know?"

"What the fuck?" Quinn looked at Rick and then the Morty that just stepped out of the cell door.

"What the fuck is right. C-caugh come with us then, seeing as how you wanted to sacrifice yourself sooo much." Rick pulled his gun out and gestured for her to walk out.

"Hey wait!" Weaboo Quinn shot up. Rick shot her leg to silence her and any other dissenters. She howled as part of her leg disassembled into its particles but its general shape remained.

"Unlike, M-morty. I won't hesitate to kill every single one of you." Rick stepped to the side of the door and pointed. "Now go."

Quinn gulped, suddenly very afraid of what lay out there.

"Come on tribute." Guard Rick laughed.

"This isn't the Hunger Games." Quinn mumbled. Or was it?

Guard Morty put her in cuffs. At least this time they were in front of her. Between him and Rick, she was escorted toward an elevator and down a long hallway. The colors reminded her exactly of the show. Tacky golds, light blues, blue greens and everything aggrandizing Ricks.

"Megalomaniac." She muttered at every picture, statue, and hologram of Rick. At each one, she spotted Morty smirking. The Rick beside her just pushed her forward with a shove until they got to the Council Chamber. The six seats were filled with the Council of Ricks and the chamber itself was filled with other Ricks and Mortys, watching the proceedings.

She felt like C-137 when they were presented to the Council of Ricks. She wondered if she'd get her very own Lawyer Morty too. She cast a gaze around, nope. Sadly no Lawyer Morty.

As the Ricks and Mortys got a closer look at her some began whispering to each other. Some of the Ricks gave her appraising lascivious looks. Some of the Mortys did the same too.

Quinn shivered in disgust.

Riq IV called the room to silence.

She only got one shot at this. To either tell the truth right from the get go, or try to deceive them. But how do you deceive the smartest men in the multiverse?

You don't.

Ricks in the context of the show knew far more about the universe than she could ever dream of knowing. It was fun to fantasize of knowing, seeing, and experiencing things but in the show, and presumably in this reality, they knew everything. So what was going to be her story? What plan would she have?

She didn't have any. Fuck it, let's wing it.

"Convict Bet-" Riq IV was interrupted by the Guard Rick whispering. "Well where is she?" Riq IV glared at her, his brow deep and forehead wrinkles more pronounced because of it. "She volunteered? Alright…"

Riq IV cleared his throat. "Convict Epsilon."

"Epsilon? What the fuck am I Church now? Do I get a Caboose too?" Quinn couldn't help her smart mouth. A few of the Morty's snickered around her as they got the reference. She grinned. "Where's my Tucker?"

"Bow chicka bow wow." Came a fairly decent Tucker impersonation from the onlookers. Quinn was fairly sure it was a Morty, especially as they were the ones laughing and giggling.

"Silence!" Riq IV shouted.

"Convict Epsilon-"

"How am I already a convict? Shouldn't there have been a trial first?" Quinn interrupted him.

"There was a trial." Riq IV explained with a roll of his eyes.

"Without my presence? Don't I at least get to share my side of the story? What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty?" Quinn stepped forward. The Guard Morty tried to grip her arm to pull her back but she shrugged him off.

"The trial was to determine your guilt. By whatever means you and your ilk created a portal into Central Rick Park, causing the disruptions of our artificial gravity field and numerous deaths."

Whose deaths? I don't remember seeing a Rick or Morty die in that park. Just Quinns.

She approached the high chairs. "Aren't there at least rights for the citizens of the CItadel?"

"There are." Interrupted Maximums Rickimus. "Of which you are not a citizen of this Citadel. You are an intruder, an outsider. For all we know you are invader."

"Oh...really? Me invade the Citadel of Ricks?" Quinn huffed. "I'm way too incompetent to invade the Citadel. I couldn't even recite the periodic table if I wanted to."

Each member of the Council smirked at her admittance. Riq IV continued. "You are also unrelated to any Rick from the central finite curve. You are a stranger."

She squinted then smiled. "What if I said I came from a dimension where a Rick you've never met, existed. A Rick by another name."

The Council members looked between each other with curiosity.

"We are aware of most Ricks of another name." Riq IV spoke. "Tell us then. What is your dimension?" Riq IV looked pleased. His lips stretched wide as he looked across the council to Rick Prime who pulled up a device.

"Well I don't exactly know the Dimension… er… numbers or anything. But the dimension I come from is one where Rick isn't a person but an idea. A show." Quinn cringed. "A tv show."

"She lies." Zeta Alpha Rick waved his hand. "We should just kill them all."

"I'm not lying! Look you can even- I dunno- put me in some sorta quantum lie detector if you want, or view my memories or whatever." Quinn shouted over the sounds of Ricks in agreements in the audience. Ricks dismissed her but some of the Mortys tried to protest in her defence, having gone through their own versions of Mind Blowers. Their Ricks harshly telling them to shut up with a belch or a swig of their flask.

Riq IV raised his hand to silence the audience.

"You offer these options to be put under our mercy. Why?" He asked.

Aren't I already under your mercy?

"Because I know you have that technology. You're Rick. The smartest men in the multiverse. And the dimension I'm from has a show where one malcontent Rick is idolized." She explained, looking for something to perchance save herself and herselves. Come on play to their ego. "They look up to Rick as perfection. They aspire to be like Rick."

The Council whispered to each other, intending on drawing in Riq IV but he stared Quinn down. He gestured for her to continue.

"So why would I lie when presented with a Council of the best and Rickest Ricks out there?" Quinn stared back at Riq IV, waiting for a response but he nore the Council had any. If they did, they kept it quiet and Quinn knew why. It would mean admitting their own faults and like C-137, they wouldn't so readily do that. She'd been banking on that.

Riq IV squinted at her, suspicious of her but he weighed her words carefully. When the others in the Council finished whispering to him he spoke for them.

"This show…" Riq IV began with a roll of his eyes toward Rick Prime, as though indulging him. "...you say your dimension has, which malcontent is it that your people worship?"

She hadn't said worship but she noted the word choice and let it slide. Maybe it would work in her favor. Maybe they wouldn't die. So she let them think that. If only because she had a choice to make. Lie or tell them which of their malcontents her dimension watched in a TV show. Which meant outing probably the only decent Rick in existence that she might need their help from. Especially if she ever wanted a way back home if they couldn't do it. At least they were no longer opposed to the idea. They'd probably had the idea cross their mind that in some universe somewhere, one of the Ricks was a television show.

Wait… thats it. One of the Ricks.

"I can't say for ...the other versions of me. But the dimension I come from, we are privy to the adventures of Rick and Morty of Earth Dimension C-132." It wasn't a lie. It wasn't a truth. It was sort of in between.

Riq IV's eyes narrowed, brow sharp and then he snapped. "Bring out Convict Alpha."

"What?" Quinn looked as Guard Ricks dragged what she assumed was another version of herself. She wondered how they attributed the greco letters to each of them. "What is this?"

"We shall compare your story with that of your Alpha. We determined this version of you to be the most pure, superior, competent, and rational." Riq IV explained as thought to a child.

Quinn turned, hoping against hope it wasn't Shy Quinn. Her protective nature had reared when she'd been made fun of by Weaboo. As the Guard Rick pushed the Quinn forward however, she froze and gaped at them. They stood taller than her but looked exactly like her.

If she were male.

"Hey what the fuck?" She rounded on the Council with all the shrillness she could muster in her voice. "What kinda sexist system are you running?"

Convict Alpha rose a brow at her outburst.

"Sheesh, can you keep it down. Your voice grates." He said, raising his cuffed hands to rub at his ears.

"My voice grates? What about you? I bet your balls haven't even dropped you Bieber-looking fuck." She hissed, only realizing a second later that was also a burn on herself. The Council and audience laughed as she came to that conclusion. "Ah fuck… I need a haircut."

"Or let your hair grow out. You'd look better with longer hair." Male Quinn offered.

"Ya think so? Seems like a hassle though."

"Oh yeah. Longer hair, not too longer, probably like to your shoulders, in layers. Toss in some highlights and you'd be golden. But you'd have to wait a while with the side cut you got. The asymmetrical look is totally last season."

"Are you gay?" Quinn asked.

Male Quinn deadpanned. "No. I'm just metrosexual."

"Oh good. That means we can smash, Becky." Quinn offered.

"Wouldn't that be incest?"

"Nah, it'd be intense masturbation."

"Enough." Riq IV silenced the chamber again. "Convict Alpha, can you verify Convict Epsilon's story?"

"Epsilon?" Male Quinn looked at her with an incredulous smile. "Yeah I can verify Church's story."

Riq IV sighed, as Mortys snickered in the chamber.

"I know right?" Quinn smirked to her male counterpart. The two shared a chuckle.

"What little I heard is the same, though our dimension's show follows that of C-137." He spoke.

"C-137 and C-132?" Riq iV looked toward Maximums Rickimus who pulled up both of the files on the hologram. Two identical looking Ricks with both Dimension numbers and a list of crimes about Anti-Rick and Anti-Citadel sentiment.

Both Quinns nodded their heads.

"Interesting…" Riq IV smiled. "So it is these Ricks that are responsible for your intrusion."

"No, of course not." Quinn refuted.

"Probably." Male Quinn spoke at the same time.

The two stared at each other.

"C-137 is the Rickest Rick of all. Only he'd be able to accomplish this sort of thing." Male Quinn said.

"Yeah but you're watching a show where he's the main character, of course he's going to boast himself as the Rickest Rick." Quinn spat, sweat forming on the back of her head. Why hadn't Male Quinn been in the cell with her and the others? Probably because they assumed he's the Alpha . No chance to get their story straight, she now had to shed doubt. "There's no way a malcontent could outsmart the Council of Ricks."

"What kind of show does your dimension have? Of course C-137 outsmarts the Council, he does so-"

"Ha, yeah right." Quinn rolled her eyes at him. "Do you hear this guy? A Malcontent Rick outsmarting a whole Council of Ricks? Fucking bullshit." She pointed at Male Quinn and gestured to the side of her head to indicate he must be crazy.

"The malcontent is the Rick. Meanwhile the Council of Ricks goes against everything a Rick is. They've lost what made them Ricks." Male Quinn scoffed at her.

"Those malcontents are nothing but assholes. They've got irrational attachments to their families. If anyone has lost what makes a Rick...Rick, it's those two."

"Thats precisely what makes C-137 the Rick. Because of his family!" Male Quinn seethed.

"And that is where your wrong. Each member of the Council is more Rick than him. They made the Citadel of Ricks. A society and government of Ricks, by Ricks, for Ricks everywhere!" Quinn spat with as much vitriol and enthusiasm for the Citadel as she could muster.

"The whole point of a Rick is to be anti-government, anti-establishment."

"Oh pssh. Please. What do you think this place is? Its anti-Galactic Federation! They did this. They made this place and it's flourished! The Citadel flourishes, keeping Ricks and Mortys everywhere safe. Because they are the one true Ricks!" Quinn gestured to the Council. A bit too much, reel it back in. But the audience had already broken into applause and she just managed to add over the noise. "At least in my opinion."

The audience clapped and made a hoot, though it was mostly Ricks in support of the Council for all they had done and not for her. Some of the Mortys looked unsure but also clapped, if only at the urging of their Ricks.

"Settle down. Quiet... " Riq IV yelled over the noise. "SH-urgh SHUT UP!" The chamber silenced.

Quinn and Male Quinn glowered at each other. So much for smashing .

"Convict…" Riq IV looked at Maximums Rickimus and with a nod he pressed something on a small device. "Convict Beta." He said with a smile at Male Quinn.

"Beta…?" Male Quinn blinked.

"Your input is no longer needed. It has been deemed irrational."

"What?" Male Quinn asked as Guard Ricks came upon him, grasping his arms. "Hey wait, wait a second, she's lyi-" A gag was placed in his mouth as they dragged him away.

Once he was away the Council spent a few moments murmuring and whispering to each other before coming to some kind of consensus.

"Now then..." Riq IV gestured at the Guard Morty who quickly removed her cuffs. "Detainee Alpha."

Her word caught on Detainee but her brain stuttered around the greco. "Alpha, huh?" Quinn smiled. "So I'm a Detainee instead of a Convict."

"You've proven your innocence. As you said, you can't even recite the periodic table, though memorization is hardly a measure of intelligence. Yet if you can't do something that simple, well there isn't a an iota of chance you'd be able to get past our defenses and anti-dimension branching shields." Riq IV said. "This hearing is concluded."

The doors were opened to allow Ricks and Mortys to filtered out. The Council of Ricks began to step down from their raised chairs.

"Wait… if it's concluded, what does it mean for me? And the other Quinns?" She asked to the

"Quinn? That is your name?" Riq IV questioned as he stepped in front of the other Council members.

"Quinn T. Commons." She formally introduced herself. "Of Earth in an unknown dimension… that I assume you'll be able to figure out and send us back?" She knew that her best bet was C-137 but if they could, she might as well ask.

"Right now you are evidence to a crime committed on the Citadel." Quantum Rick said, as the last Rick and Morty left the chamber. "There will be no sending you back."

"What?! But… come on, you gotta. We don't belong here." She plead. All of them narrowed their eyes at her.

"As true as that is, it isn't up to you."

"Not to mention we cannot pinpoint your exact dimension via your particles anyway." Rick Prime stepped to her holding out the device he'd been fiddling with the entire time. His head shook as it scanned her. "Still nothing."

"What?"

"Whatever portal you came through, has left your entire molecular structure in a state of instability."

"In… english please." Quinn asked.

All Ricks sighed. "Your particles are constantly dismantling and assembling at a rapid pace, preventing any proper reading. And when we do get a reading, the Dimension number shifts each time. Randomly."

"So… you're saying."

"You're stuck here until we can properly stabilize your molecules." Rick prime said.

"Don't worry. You and your ilk will be held in the detention center until all is sorted out." Quantum Rick. "You'll be safe with your people." He gestured for her to follow him. The other Council Members led the way. They were flanked by Guard Ricks and Guard Mortys.

"So we're just going to be held in those cells?" Quinn asked. "Indefinitely?"

"Precisely."

Her lungs and chest clenched tight in panic. Now that the immediate threat of death was gone, there were other worries rising up. Being detained, captive in a cell was not ideal.

"Pardon me but that seems like a waste." She looked up at the Ricks.

"A waste? Ha-urgh. You have no use for Ricks. You're rational, yes, but completely inept." Riq IV dismissed her concern. "In the cell you will be safe and be sheltered. In far better accommodations than even a Morty has. Its an ideal situation, especially one not entitled to such liberties. You are, afterall, not a citizen of the Citadel. We are being extremely forthcoming and you should be grateful."

Grateful? She narrowed her eyes but bit her tongue. "But we could do something...we each have our own set of skills. We could be useful. We could do something for the Citadel."

The Council stopped outside of an elevator. Quinn recognized it as the one she'd been brought up with. Wary of the Guards who now flanked her, she looked to the Council.

"And what should you do?" Riq IV questioned, a gleam in his wild eyes. A hidden satisfaction as he grinned with malicious intent.

The other Quinns might not like this. But it was better than dying or wasting away. She just saved their hides from death, now to save them from lack of purpose. Quinn gulped as she worked herself up to utter the damning words. "Serve you."