Hey Guys! Crescent Rider here and I'm also here with Marcus
Marcus: Hello.
And I welcome you all to another chapter of Rick and Morty. Before you all begin, there is something that I like to take note of. It's about the Recent Events regarding Rick and Morty's Co-Creator and Main Voice Actor.
Marcus: Though what he did was inexcusable. His role as the iconic duo of the series will be missed.
Yeah, but fortunately for me, I did some digging, and turned out that there's a VA that's almost identical to the original VA. He himself admits that it's kinda scary yet impressive that there's someone who almost has the same identical voice as his own.
And another announcement, I've changed my mind. Rather than revise all of the chapters of Season 1. I will revise three chapters after posting a chapter of Season 2. That way, It gives me a much easier way to revise stuff as I go by.
Marcus: The Seasons of Rick and Morty do change things. Don't they, Crest?
That it does...
But anyway, That is all, and enjoy the chapter!
Marcus: Crest doesn't own Rick and Morty, he only owns me!
Space (Marcus' POV)
Rick, Morty, and I were on another trip on Rick's spaceship. However, I had to luck to sit right next to Jerry, who joined in as part of the tradition where the father is present when their child is on the wheel.
I had to scooch away from him and waited on a possible accident just to get Jerry out of my side. As for Rick, he was tutoring Morty on how to operate the ship.
Then he points at a planet on the right, "You see that planet over there? Don't fly too close to that planet. Someone will come out and try to wash your windshield,"
"It's ain't bad, but the locals often charge you," I explained, "Some are higher than others,"
Rick then hears his cell phone ringing and proceeds to answer it. Though he suspiciously turns away from Morty for obvious reasons.
"All right, Morty, Lesson's over," Rick declared as he put his phone away, "We got some business to attend to a few light minutes south of here,"
"Oh, you still use south in space?" Jerry commented, which startles Rick in the process,
"Whoa! Jesus, Jerry! What the hell are you doing here?!" Rick exclaimed,
"What are you talking about? We agreed a boy's father should be present when he's learning to drive," Jerry reminded,
"And the fact that it took you this long to realize is rather surprising, Rick," I added,
"Huh, I guess I remember that," Rick remarked, "Wow. And you've just been back there with Marcus this whole time? Amazing,"
I rolled my eyes at this comment and leaned my head against the window,
"Well, we don't have time to take him to Earth, Morty. Head for 3924917," Rick instructed,
"Cool! *laughs* Looks like I'm coming along for an adventure!" Jerry excitingly expressed,
"I doubt it," I muttered,
A Few Light Minutes Later...
Upon arrival at Rick's coordinates, I just looked out of the window as I overheard Morty's question, "This is where we're going?"
"Nope!" Rick replied, then a large asteroid appears before them, "This is. You can park in a handicapped spot, Morty. Anything with less than eight limbs is considered disabled here,"
"Since you guys are going out, I'll be staying here until you get back," I said,
"Sure, W *burps* Whatever," Rick said as he, Morty, and Jerry left the car,
While I was alone, I proceed to pull up my phone and started checking on a few things such as Social media regarding my Android Clone, The recent sales for intergalactic weapons and armor on the black-market channel, and took a gander at the list of jobs.
What caught my eye is a certain target, An Interdimensional Gaseous Being. Though I don't know much about these kinds of beings, I can assume that their very existence is deemed a threat to both the Galactic Federation and Zeno Empire.
Even though I'm out here on my time off, the target's location is what piques my interest as it's held in one of the many fortified Outposts of the Galactic Federation and the target can only be killed by a special kind of weapon.
Sadly, I won't be taking that job since I want to enjoy my time off and it's been assigned to a different yet recognizable mercenary. In other words, I won't be getting that job anytime soon.
By the time I was finished on my phone, Rick and Morty returned and Jerry is nowhere to be seen.
"Let me guess, you've left him on Jerryboree?" I guessed,
"Yep," Rick replied as he closed the door,
"How do you know that place?" Morty asked,
"I've talked to a couple of interdimensional selves before," I revealed, "There are some Jerrys that dared to follow us instead of their Ricks and Mortys,"
"That can happen?" Rick inquired,
"It does, and each occurrence is somewhat displeasing to her," I revealed, "But enough about me, let's just go to wherever you plan on going,"
With that, Morty drove the ship and Rick provided several directions to the location.
A Couple of Minutes Later...
Morty clumsily drove the ship into a parking lot building and parked it in between two ships. Though he wrecks both ships in the process.
"Okay, you two wait here," Rick ordered,
"I want to come with," Morty demanded while I shrugged my shoulders,
"Don't come with. It's boring," Rick advised, "It's *belches* Its business stuff,"
"What kind of business do you do in a garage?" Morty pointed out, "You know, this seems a little shady,"
"Right, yeah, like nothing shady ever happened in a fully furnished office?" Rick countered, "You ever hear about Wall Street, Morty? Y-You know what those guys do in... in... In their fancy boardrooms? They take their balls and dip them in cocaine and wipe them all over each other. You know, Grandpa goes around, and he does his business in public because Grandpa isn't shady,"
"You dodging the question is not shady at all," I pointed out,
"Shut up, you're not a part of this," Rick said,
But the moment he finishes, Rick turns to his side of the window and cursed as he rolled the window down to Gromflomite, "Hey, what's up,"
"Hey, Rick!" The Gromflomite wholeheartedly greeted, then brings up a bag of money, "Here you go... 3000 flerbos. Do you have the weapon?"
"C-Can we, please? This is my grandson, Morty, and the other is-" Rick stated, but doesn't get to finish,
"Well I'll be, Marcus, is that you, buddy old pal?" The Gromflomite presumed,
"First of all, I want to clarify that we don't refer to each as 'buddy old pal'," I clarified, "But since I'm in the middle of my time off, I'll make an exception. Therefore, It's nice to see you still doing business here, Mike,"
"You know Krombopulos Michael?" Rick inquired in an unsurprised tone, "And let me guess, it comes from your job as an Interdimensional Mercenary,"
"Yep, we were acquainted with each other since when we often run into each other on certain jobs," I explained, "The rest of the details aren't important to talk about. But the shortest story is that he's an assassin and I'm a mercenary,"
"That's right, and I buy guns from your grandpa," Krombopulos Michael casually revealed,
Rick groans and gives a bulky case to Krombopulos Michael's hands, "Here, Go away,"
Krombopulos Michael opens the case and pulls out an anti-matter gun. Which caught my eye as I lean forward to stare at it.
"Ooh! Yeah, this looks deadly," Krombopulos Michael remarked, "So, this shoots antimatter? My target can't be killed with regular matter,"
After examining the gun, he puts it back into its case, "Nice to meet you two! Listen, if you ever need anybody murdered, please give me a call, I'm very discreet, I have no code for ethics, I will kill anyone, anywhere,"
Krombopulos Michael hands Morty a business card with an onset tracking device much to Rick's irritation.
"You still advertise yourself to everyone you meet? That's kinda bold of you, don't you think?" I remarked,
"What can you say? I love people for a living," Krombopulos Michael admitted, and listed all kinds of targets, "Welp, See ya later,"
"Take care," I said as Krombopulos Michael left,
"You sell weapons to killers for money?" Morty questioned,
"Augh, You've got what the intergalactic call a very planetary mindset, Morty," Rick stated, "It's more complicated out here. These are flerbos. Do you understand what three humans can accomplish with 3000 of these?"
"I'd prefer Epsilans since they're more reliable," I remarked, "But Flerbos have their uses in some places,"
"So... What can we do with these Flerbos?" Morty inquired,
"An entire afternoon at Blips and Chitz!" Rick enthusiastically yelled,
Blips and Chitz
As he finishes his yell, I look around and followed my family as Rick explained the good parts of Blips and Chitz. It holds a lot of games, alcoholic beverages, and a variety of prizes.
All the while, Morty argues with Rick about him selling guns to killers to play video games. I just rolled my eyes since I've done similar things before...
Rick then stops at the galactic arcade game 'Roy: A Live Well Lived'. He then proceeds to put a helmet on Morty's head and inserts a Flerbo coin into the coin slot.
Morty's eyes roll upward and the game begins with Roy waking up from a nightmare on the game screen. Rick and I watch the events unfold from Morty's perspective, but some parts were boring.
By the time Roy dies from falling off a ladder, Morty snaps back into reality with a frantic look on his face.
"55 Years, not bad. You kind of wasted your 30s, though, with that whole bird-watching phase," Rick remarked, and I blow a raspberry as well as a thumbs down,
"W-Where's my wife?!" Morty frantically asked,
"Easy, Morty. Get your thoughts together," I said, "It's all part of the game's mechanics. But frequent uses will delay the effects further,"
"Yeah, you were just playing a game. It's called 'Roy'," Rick said and passes the tickets to Morty's hand, "Snap out of it, come on,"
Morty took some time to recollect his thoughts together, then gets angry afterward, "Hey! You sold a gun to a guy that kills people!"
"Look at this... You beat cancer, and then you went back to work at the carpet store?" Rick remarked, then proceeds to boo him for it,
"D-Don't dodge the issue, Rick!" Morty yelled, "Selling a gun to a hitman is the same as pulling the trigger!"
"It's also the same as doing nothing," Rick added, "If Krombopulos Michael wants someone dead, there's not a lot anyone can do to stop him. That's why he does it for a living. Now excuse me. It's time to thrash your 'Roy' score,"
Rick inserts another coin, puts on the helmet, and plays the game himself.
"You know, you could stop this killing from happening, Rick!" Morty pointed out, "You know, you did a bad thing selling that gun, but you could undo it if you wanted,"
"Uh-huh, yeah, that's the difference between you and me, Morty. I never go back to the carpet store," Rick remarked, and he was in the middle of having Roy burn his social security number to get him off the grid,
This earns the aliens' attention as they gathered around and watched Rick play the game. All the while, I noticed Morty leaving and followed him.
Once we were far away from the game, I walk right behind Morty, "Where are you going?"
"Some bathroom, why?" Morty replied,
"Morty, I'm not stupid and dense like everyone in the family," I elaborated, "You're going out there to stop Krombopulos Michael from killing his target,"
"So what if I am? It's better than being here doing nothing about it," Morty stated,
"Morty, I know Rick hasn't told you this. Or rather he told you and you just forget, but what Krombopulos Michael does is none of our concern," I explained, "We aren't on Earth you know,"
"Oh yeah!? Well, it's easy for you to say!" Morty yelled, "All you've done behind our backs is go places like Rick and kill people for money,"
"Hey! Don't you dare compare me to Rick," I yelled back, "And to be fair, I do it because it's a job. Do I kill people? Yes. Do I enjoy it? No. Why do I keep doing it? Because it's professional. The same goes for Krombopulos Michael,"
"You saying all this doesn't make feel any better, Marcus," Morty remarked, "In fact, if you don't want to come along. Then you can just stay here with Rick,"
"Fine, Go. It's not like your choices will do you any good in the long run." I insisted and Morty walks out with humph,
I just watched him go, then I turned away, sat down on a counter chair, and slide some Epsilan coins on the counter.
"Hey! I want something non-alcoholic to drink here!" I requested,
"You stressed, Two?" I turned and saw a Cybernetic Version of myself sitting next to me, (Cybernetic Upgrades of Cybernetic Marcus consist of two cybernetic arms, the left side of his face has been replaced is Cybernetic along with the eye, and has a jack plug connected underneath his left ear lobe and goes all the way down to his Portable Music Player.)
"I am, Cyber," I replied while a non-alcoholic beverage is served to me, "Why are you here?"
"Just chilling," Cyber responded and drinks his beverage,
"I see," I noted, then I drank a glass without a moment's hesitation,
A Couple of Minutes Later...
After checking the time, I was about to drink another round when I received a notification from my phone. Upon opening the screen, I groan in frustration as Krombopulos Michael has been killed in action and his last known location is somewhere at some Galactic Federal Outpost.
I stood up and went to Rick as he was about to play another game of Roy. However, I grabbed the helmet off of his hands and placed it on the machine.
"Let's go," I stated,
"Why?" Rick irritatingly questioned,
"Because your grandson has decided to after Krombopulos Michael and morally save his target inside a Galactic Federal Outpost," I specified,
"What?! Ugh, Dammit, Morty," Rick cursed and reluctantly stood up from the chair,
He then pulls out his portal gun and opens a portal. That's where Rick and I step into the portal and search for Morty before shit gets ten times worse than it is.
Galactic Federal Outpost
As soon as we arrived, Morty had crashed into a holding cell and I find a bisected Gromflomite and Krombopulos Michael crushed underneath the spaceship.
I pinched my eyes at this and focused on Morty as Rick argued with him about his relationship with the Galactic Federation.
Then a voice was heard from the three of them, "He saved my life,"
We turned towards the voice and saw a sentient gaseous life form hooked to some specially designed cables.
"Are you Krombopulos Michael's target?" Morty inquired, "W-What's your name?"
"My kind has no use of names. I communicate through what you call 'Jessica's Feet'. No 'Telepathy'," The gaseous life form explained,
"Oh, good job, Morty. Y-You killed my best customer, but you saved a mind-reading Fart," Rick stated,
"I like this name... Fart," The gaseous life form said, "Morty, would you kindly release me by pulling that lever to the left of my cell? I am in great pain,"
"Morty, don't do it," Rick said,
"Yeah, Morty. Even though I hate the Galactic Federation. They still have plenty of good reasons to lock up these kinds of beings," I added,
However, Morty chose to feign ignorance and pull the lever that releases the prisoner 'Fart'. But in doing so, an alarm had been set off.
"Oh, crap. Let's get you out of here!" Morty declared as he ran into the ship,
"We can't get him out of here. He's gaseous. He's not gonna make it through a portal, Morty," Rick clarified,
"Well, then. I guess we're all getting in the car," Morty declared, "Right, uh..."
"Fart," Fart corrected,
"No! Just... J-just get in the car," Morty ordered and Fart complies with his demand,
"Morty, come on, I want to go back to Blips and Chitz," Rick appealed, "I don't want to deal with this,"
"Yeah, Morty. And I'm in the middle of some time off as well, I don't want to deal with this either," I added,
"You two are already clear on the fact that you don't want to help, so just go away," Morty demanded,
"More are coming," Fart notified,
"Screw this, I'm out," Rick remarked and walks out,
"Same," I added and followed Rick as he opened a portal.
Blips and Chitz
As soon as we left the outpost, Rick and I planned on spending much of our time here rather than dealing with Morty's situation.
However, the fact that Morty is at the center of the Outpost and the possibility of Beth getting angry at both of them was lingering in their minds and both simultaneously groaned.
Rick then goes to open a portal that leads to an ocean world and another portal on the floor that pours the water into the outpost ceiling. I planned on bringing some of my equipment here, but I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Cyber put down a small crate on the floor.
"This one's on me, Two," Cyber said,
"Thanks," I thanked, and opened the crate
It contained a pistol (Cyberpunk's M-76e Omaha), and a box full of magazines underneath. If that wasn't enough, Cyber even hands his retractable katana (Valorant), magnetic boots, and sticky gloves to me.
"Good luck," Cyber said and walks away,
"Damn, Marcus. Didn't know versions of you would hold you in such high regard," Rick remarked as he opened a portal that drained the water all over the floor,
"It's different compared to your counterparts, Rick" I stated as I loaded the pistol and pocketed the retractable katana, "Now let's go and save our idiot,"
"Right," Rick agreed and opened the portal,
Galactic Federal Outpost
As soon as we returned, we find out that Morty hasn't even left the exact same spot.
"Stupid-ass, Fart-saving, carpet-store motherfucker. Move!" Rick ranted as he opened the door,
"And at the back of the car!" I yelled as I went to the other door, "I don't want to sit next to that thing,"
Morty scooches from the front seat to the back and I sat down with my arms crossed.
"Wait, did you fuck with my seat settings?" Rick questioned and goes to adjust his seat until he felt comfortable with his usual adjustments,
All the while, Fart notified that there are more coming much to Morty's concern. I, on the hand, wasn't in the mood to yell at Rick and vent out some of my anger by slightly opening the window and starting shooting at the Gromflomites.
Once Rick fixes the adjustments of his seat, he drove the ship out of the outpost and I closed the window as we were leaving the planet.
"Where to, Rick?" I inquired, as I checked the rounds on the pistol,
"We'll head for Gearhead's place for repair, Then the rest is up to what this Fart wants with us," Rick declared,
"So much for my time off..." I cursed,
"Tell me about it," Rick added,
Gearhead Garage
While Gearhead and Rick work on the repairs of the ship, Morty and Fart stay close while I tap into Galactic Federation's Network to keep tabs on their activities.
But as I did just that, I could hear Fart talking behind him, "His mind is... complicated,"
"What do you mean?" Morty questioned,
"Normally I could hear you and your Grandfather's thoughts. His' are... complicated as I couldn't read his mind properly," Fart explained, "As if something is preventing my Telepathy,"
"That's because I'm not a weak-minded individual like Morty and Rick," I stated without batting an eye at Fart, "You may try to read my mind, but you won't get anything from me,"
"Such a troublesome carbon-based lifeform," Fart commented,
"I'll take that as a compliment," I remarked as I focused on the Federation's communication network,
Rick then walks up to us and explained that the Gromflomites won't track us here for while. Then I heard Rick's alternative when he mentioned that Morty still has Krombopulos Michael's Antimatter Gun.
Though Fart reminds Rick that he's telepathic. Then I hear Morty telling Rick his objective by getting Fart back to his home.
What follows was Fart explaining the origin of his presence here. Apparently, he fell into some wormhole by accident and his home is actually from the Promethean Nebula. Which was an 800-light-year jump.
Morty then reminded Rick that he can leave whatever he wants, and the latter stated that he can do whatever he wants. Then I overheard a particular conversation between Fart and Morty, "Thank you, Morty. You are not like other carbon-based life forms. You put the value of all life above your own,"
"It's how things should be. It's how they could be," Morty said,
I growled to myself as such a view could only get people killed, especially when I put my mind and experience to it. As I lived my life as a Notorious Crime Lord and Professional Mercenary, the only value in other lives is dependent on whether or not they are hostile to me.
Some aliens are submissive and easily responded to certain authorities while others are the complete opposite and will do whatever it takes to resist and even expand their borders to become something more powerful than their oppressors.
Thus, I abandoned Morty's perspective on all life and chose to judge before actions. For it's a much safer and more reliable perspective than Morty's value to all life.
Fart couldn't agree more with Morty's words and embraced him from behind as he goes on to sing a musical number. Which was 'Moonmen' as Fart sang the lyrics.
Listening to his singing was so irritating that I couldn't even focus on my wiretapping. Even when I raised the volume, I could still hear Fart singing telepathically in my head. Just because he can't hear my thoughts doesn't mean I can't block whatever he's trying to say.
When I had enough, I dropped the ear pod and planned on interfering with Fart's singing. But Rick goes to do it first while holding a golf club, "Shut the fuck up about moon men!"
"This isn't a musical number, this is a fucking operation," Rick stated, "We got to be cool and fucking lay low,"
"Thanks, Rick," I thanked before going back to my wiretapping,
With everything silent today, I focused on my wiretapping. That's when I hear a report about an unidentified spacecraft made of garbage that was last seen heading toward the Gear System.
In addition to that, I also learned that there's a bounty hanging above our heads after the incident in the outpost not too long ago.
"Damn it. Rick, They know we're in the Gear System," I notified,
"Son of a..." Rick then walks to Fart on the other side of the room, "Why were the Gromflomites holding you prisoner? What the fuck is so valuable about you?"
"I am no more valuable than life itself," Fart quoted, "However, I am able to alter the composition of atoms, like this"
Fart then proceeds to drop a chunk of gold out of nowhere, "That was oxygen. I added 71 protons to it,"
"Terrific. The Fart that pooped gold," Rick remarked, "No wonder every cop in the system is looking for us. *Pockets the gold* Any species that get ahold of this thing will use it to take over the galaxy. You know how inconvenient that's gonna be to my work?"
While I put down the wiretap, I instinctively noticed a gun being pointed at the back of my head and sirens were wailing right outside the shop.
"Somebody dropped the dime on us," Rick remarked, "Gearhead..."
When Rick turns, I was standing upstraight with the gun behind my head and Gearhead facing toward Rick, "I'm sorry, Rick. The reward on your head is too high. And like you always say, you got to look out number one,"
"Number one is me, asshole! You're supposed to be my friend!" Rick yelled,
"Friend?! Do you even know my real name? It's Revolio Clockberg Junior," Gearhead stated, "I belong to an entire species of gear people. Calling me 'Gearhead' is like calling a Chinese person 'Asia Face',"
Having been distracted, I took the opportunity to disarm Gearhead by pulling out the retractable katana and slicing the gun right from Gearhead's hands. This also provided Rick the opportunity to close the gap, kick Gearhead in between his legs, pull out his gear testicles, remove the mouth gears, and shoved the gear testicles right in.
"Two things I want to make clear to everybody in this room..." Rick reminded, "Never betray me, and it's time to go,"
Rick, Morty, and Fart went into the ship while I took the time to kick Gearhead on the side of his head and rush towards the spaceship. However, I closed the door rather than go inside.
"Marcus?! What are you-" Before Morty could ask, I jumped on the ring of the ship and activated the magnetic boots and sticky gloves to stick on the ship,
"Rick, Drive!" I demanded, and Rick did just that
As the ship was taking off, I shield myself as Rick drove right through the ceiling window. What follows was a police chase as three hoverbikes were hot on our tail.
I took the liberty of shooting them as they opened fire. I take out the one on the right while Rick took out one on the left. But when I turned to the front I was immediately alarmed, "Rick, Gear Mill!"
Rick performs a barrel roll while I stick myself against the ship. We narrowly avoided a collision with the Gear Mill but the same cannot be said for the last hoverbike as he crashed into the Gear Mill.
However, two stationary hoverbikes go into action and chase after us.
"Rick, Two Bikes coming in fast!" I notified,
Rick flips a hidden button from his steering wheel and pushes a button that unveils a turret that fired two spheres at the pursuers and they explode once they hit the ground.
What follows up were several police cars and bikes pursuing us.
"Hey, Morty, remember when you said selling a gun was as bad as pulling the trigger? How do you feel about all these people that are getting killed today because of your choices?" Rick inquired,
"I did the right thing, Rick!" Morty stated,
"Tell that to Gearhead's gearsticles," Rick remarked,
"You did that!" Morty pointed out,
"Wrong! I'd be playing 'Roy' right now," Rick yelled, "At a certain point my hands are tied, Morty,"
"Hey! Save the arguments after we get away from here!" I yelled, "Also, We got Federal Ships dead ahead!"
Rick faces forward and spots said ships before making a quick turn as Federal Ships give chase. I precisely shoot at the ships, but the pistol I have was only good against one ship as I unloaded the magazine and threw the empty pistol.
I knocked on the window, and Morty opens the window, "Good, now move,"
Morty goes into the backseat while I sat on the front seat and closed the window. All the while, Rick pulled the brakes and fires a barrage of missiles,
"Well since Morty's at the back, how about you take the wheel, Marcus," Rick stated,
"Fine," I replied, and quickly switched seats,
I looked around for a possible route and goes for a narrow pass by taking a sharp turn sideways while Rick and Morty were being tossed against the glass. Once we were out of the pass, I took a sharp turn to the left and saw two hovering patrol cars in front.
Rick pulls down the window and starts shooting at them while I pressed my foot hard against the accelerator. But before us was a tall building, which worries Morty as I drove straight toward the building.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" Morty exclaimed while I looked up in the rear-view mirror,
There was a mix of Federal Ships and Patrol ships gaining on our tail, but I pulled up just in time while the pursuers crash right through the building. As we ascended, I pulled the steering wheel close and started diving while the ship was upside down. Rick and Morty were basically floating right out of their seat until I turned the ship upright again and both of them landed on the seats again.
"Aw, wait. Give me a second," Rick said, opens a window, and proceeded to puke right out before groaning as he close the window,
As I drove forward, I saw a large Federal Ship towering before us, and I hit the brakes as hard as I could and we all stared at the ship.
"Fuck..." I muttered,
"Well, I guess this is it," Rick declared,
"Marcus, crack the window," Fart requested, and I confusingly complied as I pulled the window down,
Fart then hovered through the air and snuck right into a Patrol Ship. We just stared at the ship where Fart was, then the ship suddenly takes a turn and crashes right into Federal Ship.
What follows was a chain reaction of events that destroyed one large ship, and two fighters. One of the fighters spirals out of control and crashes against three fighter ships. Then the fighter ship slides towards the sidewalk and explodes against a tower that collapses. And one small gear from the tower bounces off of a Gearperson, and into a large gap from the large Federal Ship that causes it to short-circuit and explodes before three's eyes.
After that, Fart returns to the back seat, "All right, Let's proceed,"
"Damn, Can't blame that on the dog," Rick commented, "Talk about silent but deadly. I-I've seen some nerve gas, but that... this gas got nerve! Ha Ha! You know what I'm saying"
I groaned at the gas pus while Morty frowns to himself as Rick continued.
"Are you done?" Morty inquired,
"I'll let you know, Morty," Rick stated, "Gone with the wind! Am I right?! If you don't like that one, Morty, an alt on that could be, like, if I said 'Gasablanca'! All right, I'm done, Marcus, drive so that your brother can save a life,"
I continued to drive as usual, but not after saying something in retaliation, "Your shit blows, Rick,"
"I'll take that as an insult and a gas pun," Rick affirmed,
"Whatever," I remarked,
Uncharted Planet
Upon arriving at our destination, I parked the ship in an open area.
"The Wormhole is 70 of what you call 'meters', what you call 'North', of what you call 'Here'," Fart stated,
"Fine. Morty, take your Fart to his hole and say your goodbyes," Rick said, "I'm gonna find some fuel and take a big, fat Morty. That's my new word for shit because of today's events,"
"And I'm going out to collect a couple of samples," I declared, "There's no telling what I'll find here, and I want to vent my mind off of today's events,"
Morty goes out with Fart, and I went in an unspecified direction of the forest. But as I distance myself from the ship, I look back in hopes of Rick not following me.
Then I used my watch to pinpoint Morty's location and took a detour to avoid getting Rick's attention.
After I spotted the two, I kept my distance and eavesdrop on their conversation. Apparently, Fart soon revealed that he'll be coming back with more of his kind to cleanse all carbon-based life. This was because Fart's species were labeled as higher beings and anything below them is considered a disease.
Morty tears up upon realizing the mistakes of his choices, but it goes well into fooling Fart as he requested Fart to sing one last time. The latter complies and goes to sing Moonmen once more.
But what he failed to realize was Morty pulling the antimatter gun in the midst of Fart's lyrics and firing a shot at him. Which causes Fart to rasp in pain as he was slowly disintegrating.
"Morty, why? Why?" Fart weakly asked, but Morty finishes the job by shooting him until nothing remained,
With that, Morty tears up and drops the gun on the ground, "Goodbye,"
That's when I step in, and slowly clapped my hands to him. In return, Morty turns at me with teary eyes, "Well done, Morty. Though I must say, the conclusion was rather good. But I must ask, how are the choices you've made faring you so far, Hm? How does it feel to make a choice that gives nothing in return,"
"Did you just come here to rub it in on me? Cause there, I killed him. Are you happy?" Morty angrily said,
"On the contrary, Morty. No, I'm not happy," I stated, "And you want to know why? It's because of multiple reasons. The first is that you don't listen to what I said to you earlier, The second is that you cost me a good acquaintance, and the third is the other bullshit I had to deal with today's events! So if you ask that I'm rubbing it in on the subject? Then the answer is yes, I am rubbing it in on you, Morty,"
Morty just frowned at me, then turns away as he walked back to the ship. I just grumbled to myself, kick some dirt off the ground, and marked the wormhole for future return to this planet.
After that, I don't follow Morty back and instead continue collecting certain samples on the planet then return to Rick afterward.
Outer Space
Rick drove the ship to get Jerry back from Jerryboree. Morty was sitting in the front seat while I lay down on my back and feet crossed together.
"Morty, I know I picked on your core beliefs and decision-making a lot today, but I am glad that you insisted on getting that Fart home," Rick said, "You know, at least all the deaths and destruction wasn't for nothing, you know?"
I rolled my eyes at this and stared at the vacuum of space while Morty remained silent.
"You miss your Fart friend, huh?" Rick inquired, "Well, I got a little surprise for you, buddy. While you were gone, I found a new wormhole with millions of beings just like him on the other side, and they're all coming to visit,"
"What?! Rick, no! You can't!" Morty frantically exclaimed while I stared at Rick,
"Too late, Morty. The hole's opening," Rick said,
"No, Rick! You don't understand," Morty begged,
But what Rick did was literally fart and Morty's panicked expression turned into a deadpanned expression. I just turned away from him, and stare at space once more,
"There's... There's a lot more where that came from, too," Rick said,
"Hilarious, Rick," I remarked,
Furp Rock
As we arrived at Jerryboree, There was not only a couple of Ricks and Mortys picking up their respective Jerrys. There were also a couple of Marcuses present as they talked to their Jerrys.
Some of them just dragged their Jerrys out of the Jerryboree.
"Hey, hey, bro, how many people was your Morty responsible for killing today?" Rick inquired to an alternate Rick,
"None. We chilled at Blips and Chitz all day," Alternate Rick said, then offers a down low to his Alternate Morty, "Ain't that right, homey?"
" Darn right, bro! 'Roy' rules!" Alternate Morty said, then the two shared a laugh as they walk out of the Jerryboree with their Jerry following behind him,
"Must be nice," Rick commented and Morty turns his head away from him,
While those two spotted our Jerry, I walked up to an Alternate Marcus who seems close to his Rick, Morty, and even his Jerry.
"Hey," I greeted,
"Hey, Two," Alternate Marcus greeted,
"So, how was your time off?" I inquired,
"It's all good," Alternate Marcus questioned, "How's yours?"
"A shitshow," I remarked,
"I see," Alternate Marcus understood, then pulls out a small container holding a couple of mints, "Here, this will help,"
"Thanks," I thanked, took a mint, and shoved it into my shove,
"Well, gotta go now. I have a lot of things to sort out soon," Alternate Marcus said and walks out with his Family,
I sighed, then I returned to Rick and Morty's side.
As we were about to retrieve our Jerry, another Rick walks up to us and asked if we had 5126. Rick then tells Morty to pull out the ticket, but what he pulls was a Blips and Chitz ticket.
With that, the two Ricks switched Jerrys and escorted them out of the Jerryboree much to the Jerrys' confusion
Bonus Scene! (3rd POV)
Marcus returns to his Interdimensional Room, sat on his desk, and explained the details of Krombopulos Michael's demise to Ragnar. Though he had to cover the part where Rick and Morty had to be involved.
"Damn... Dezar isn't going to like this news one bit," Ragnar remarked,
"Either way, you can't the truth since he'll find out the truth one way or another," Marcus remarked,
"I'll tell him," Ragnar promised, "But what about Amy? Who's going to tell her?"
"I'll let her know, don't worry about it," I assured, "But before you go, there is something I'd like to tell you,"
"What is it?" Ragnar inquired,
"Krombopulos Michael's target," Marcus remarked, then sends a quick pic to Ragnar's screen, "Do you recognize its species?"
Ragnar glances at the picture, then hummed in recognition, "I do. It's considered one of the most dangerous species in the Empire. But due to its Gaseous Form, Antimatter was proven the most effective in killing it,"
"That's all I need to know, Thanks," Marcus thanked,
"I'll see you around, Marcus," Ragnar said, and hangs up the call,
After that, Marcus' Android Clone approaches him.
"How was your day?" Marcus inquired,
"It went well as usual. But your friend Aurora has insisted that I join a few organizations in School," The Android Clone explained,
"What organizations?" I inquired, "On second thought, I'll see it myself,"
I escorted my Android Clone to a table and inserted a cable on the back of his neck. As he fell onto the chair, the monitor proceeds to display the android's perspective on the campus.
Apparently, the organizations in question had piqued my interest rather than my irritation.
"Huh? Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought," I remarked, and listed the details in my notebook,
After purging the android clone's memories, I went out of my Interdimensional Room and prepared for another day on Campus.
That is it for today's chapter, everyone! Now some of you may think, what are these student organizations Marcus gets involved with?
Marcus: Well, I'm afraid that this information will be revealed in an original chapter.
Marcus: But reassured, that chapter will appear earlier than all of you may expect.
Until then, I will be replying to the reviews from the previous chapters!
Gamelover41592:24: excellent work but did any of the new seasons change what you have planned?
25: awesome job and check another fav of the list, also glad Marcus finally showed them
The new seasons did change a few things. That is why I'm revising a couple of chapters. But they won't affect the major ones that I have planned for the future.
Marcus: And yes, I did show the first half of my family my Interdimensional Room. Though the second half will be at a later date as Crest planned.
.02: I've Lost Interest in both Rick and Morty here, but there's a little and A LOT of Shit that Doesn't Bother me Personally.
I understand. That's much I can say. But let me know if something does bother you. I'll listen.
Marcus: And for your loss of interest in Rick and Morty. I will disclose the information that Crest has something in sort for Morty when he joins up with Marcus instead of Rick.
That is all I have to say for now, stay safe from the virus, and I will see you all in the next chapter!
Marcus: Stay Safe you guys! *Leaves*
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