Hey Guys! Crescent Rider here and I am back with another episode of my Rick and Morty Story.
If any of you recall the old version of this episode, it's solely focused on Marcus and Ragnar being together in a battle.
But this time, I've decided to go for something different. The first quarter of the Episode is from the canon episode while the rest will be made originally. But I will try to be true to the references of the Episode.
And lastly, I've established the lemon collection called 'Rick and Morty: Marc'ed and Ready - Smut Collection' in the AO3 Account 'TheRisingDryad' (In case you all wonder why I don't call it my AO3 Account, it's because I consider that account my counterpart as a writer. You may as well think of the Crescent Rider and Rising Dryad as two characters)
That is all I have to say and enjoy the Episode!
(Marcus' POV)
Within the confines of my room, I was managing some matters on my laptop and often glanced at the time on my watch whenever I could.
After I'd finished what I was doing, I turned off my light and went straight to bed for a night's worth of sleep. But I slowly drifted away from my slumber, and what came after was something I did not expect...
With an illuminating light shining before my closed eyes, I immediately groaned with irritation and dug further into my blanket. Moments later, my digital alarm clock began to ring and I reached out for it and threw it hard from the desk to a wall.
By that time, I was up and immediately noticed something off...
The details of my room were recognizable, but I wasn't fooled by it after the alarm went off and the sun illuminated my eyes.
I'd go to the window and pop it open, and when I looked towards the sun. I'd have everything figured out and shut the window close after I pulled myself back.
Rather than act on the get-go, I'd take a deep breath then I fixated my gaze to a certain direction. The center of my room wall...
I just stared at the direction for over an hour and received no response. For that, I've begun with a threat, "I know you're monitoring me... And I know that you're simulating my surroundings... So heed my words carefully. If you don't come here in the next five minutes, I will break myself out of this simulation and paint every part of this ship with your alien blood..."
My eyes soon changed into red pupil eyes and black sclera, and stared dead at that very wall, "So what will it be?"
With that said and done, this holographic version of my room was dropped, and what appeared before my eyes was a giant simulation dome. I'd look around and I soon discovered that I wasn't the only one who was abducted.
Through my polymorphic eyes, I spotted Rick and Jerry another simulation of their own. Moments later, I heard loud chatter and when I turned, I saw several aliens marching towards me.
I would recognize them as the Zigerions, humanoid aliens with elongated heads and spiky protrusions, antenna-like appendages that may serve as their ears, four arms, pink to purple skins, and Star-Trek-like attires.
All of them looked seemingly alarmed, and they were right to feel such emotions as they stopped right in front of me and timidly walked before me.
"Uh... This is kinda awkward to admit, am I right, you guys?" The Zigerion Leader inquired, and everyone seemed squeamish with their responses while I just rolled my eyes,
They chuckled, but not enthusiastically before the Zigerion Leader began with the discussion, "So... Allow me to introduce myself, I am Prince Nebulon and we're sorry for abducting you and all. And..."
I raised one finger, and they all flinched as well as took one step back as they looked rather afraid because they assumed what I was going to do. However, I only placed it on the top of my lips and proceeded with one simple question, "Why abduct me?"
"Well, uh," Prince Nebulon looked rather nervous to answer, and I just sighed before stating the following, "I'm not mad, and I'm not going to kill you. What I want to do, is know why you abducted me too?"
Prince Nebulon audibly gulped, took a deep breath, then admitted his intentions, "It all started with..."
"Summarize," I demanded,
He got the message and proceeded with a much shorter version, "My Crew engaged in a contract deal with a client in a distant galaxy. They want Concentrated Dark Matter and we get paid big time. Your Grandfather holds the recipe for Concentrated Dark Matter and we're trying to get that in our hands,"
I'd pinched the bridge of my nose before sighing and asking, "Anything else? Because I can tell that you're going to succeed in taking the recipe from Rick's bizarre mind,"
"Right, you see. The same client instructed us that if we bring in a fresh specimen for their upcoming ritual we all thought that we'd... Sell you to them?" Prince Nebulon admitted, "For a substantial bonus..."
"Is the ritual sacrificial?" I inquired,
"Oh, no! No! Not at all," Prince Nebulon assured while waving all four of his arms in dismissal, "It's more of a... Um..."
"A fight to the death?" A Zigerion revealed, and he receives a smack from Nebulon's fist,
"Shut up, Kevin!" Prince Nebulon scolded, "What have I told you about telling shit before me,"
"So it's a gladiator ring?" I presumed,
"You... Could put it that way..." Prince Nebulon stated while pulling his head back, "I think..."
"If that's the case, then let your client know that you have a specimen waiting for them while I wait here for retrieval," I declared, "A room with a bed should be fine for the time being,"
Prince Nebulon and his crew were confused by this, then he alone would ask, "Uh, Why would you give yourself up? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, be defiant and not be taken by other people?"
"If your client had wanted me as a sacrifice, that would have been the case. Since it isn't, I wouldn't mind being handed over," I stated, "It's not the first time aliens have abducted me. Now lead me to one of your quarters. So that I can sleep until your client comes to retrieve me,"
Prince Nebulon and the other Zigerions were utterly confused by this, but Nebulon himself was not against it as the bonus was not half bad. Without another word, Prince Nebulon had some of his crew escort me to a place where I could sleep while he and the rest went back to monitor Rick Sanchez.
As I walked down the hall with a Zigerion escort, one of them had to ask a particular question, "Um... Shouldn't you be worried about your Grandfather and Father? They are undergoing major simulation,"
"Rick is one thing, and Jerry... I don't want to know his end of the simulation," I bluntly admitted, "So do what you will with them, it doesn't concern me none. Also, Rick isn't my grandfather and Jerry is an unfortunate man who happens to be my uncle,"
With that settled, the Zigerions just focused on the task at hand and then returned to their usual observation with Rick and Jerry. But mostly Rick as they want something from him and not Jerry as they decreased simulation to very low capacity.
Once arriving at some room they'd neatly prepared, I went to sleep without issue while the Zigerions went back to the bridge and observed the men they'd abducted. But their encounter with an ominous character still lingers in their minds...
Earlier...
(3rd POV)
After the Zigerions managed to abduct Rick Sanchez for his recipe for Concentrated Dark Matter, they also abducted Marcus for possessing a banking account containing an absurd amount of universal credits and being a suitable candidate for obtaining a bonus for their client's ritual.
At first, they suggested using Jerry as a candidate since they abducted him by accident. But with his oblivious nature combined with his unappealing appearance, they dropped the idea and settled for Marcus instead.
They've been monitoring Rick and Marcus through their monitors since their arrival. However, they were soon greeted by Marcus staring at them as he presumably found the camera in his simulation chamber and the Zigerions were tense at the sight of him.
"Uh... Is he looking right at us, I think he's looking right at us," Stu remarked while leaning back from his chair,
"Oh chill out, all of you," Prince Nebulon assured, "He probably doesn't even know he's inside a simulation. If anything, he's just staring at some wall looking like a weirdo,"
"I know you're monitoring me... And I know that you're simulating my surroundings..."
The Zigerions were caught off guard as they could hear his voice through the speaker and their minds. Making them more fixated on Marcus than on Rick as he and his simulated grandson are arguing about their surroundings and how they're in a simulation.
Prince Nebulon, on the other hand, had chills crawling down his spine and what followed was another line from Marcus himself.
"So heed my words carefully... If you don't come here in the next five minutes, I will break myself out of this simulation and paint every corridor of this ship with your alien blood..."
Prince Nebulon and his crew were feeling extremely pale at his words and his very tone sets killed their assumptions of him being a weirdo who stares at some wall.
The final nail to the coffin was Marcus stating the final sentence while turning his human eyes into eyes of horror.
"So what will it be?"
This is something that few recognized, especially Prince Nebulon himself, "Holy shit..."
"Uh, what do we do?" Cynthia inquired
"What do we do? You asked me to know what the FUCK we should do?!" Prince Nebulon yelled, and jolts right up from his seat, "It's already fucking obvious what we're going to do!"
"Keep him there?" Kevin inquired,
"Oh, sure, sure. Let's keep him, that's a great idea" Prince Nebulon sarcastically remarked as he walked down the steps and approached Kevin's station, "It's all great, except for one thing..."
"W-What's that?" Kevin stuttered as Prince Nebulon was uncomfortably close to him,
"Let's see here, what was that one thing that doesn't bode well with this plan, it's on the tip of my tongue. Ah, I remember now," Prince Nebulon sarcastically recalled before grabbing Kevin by the side of his shirt and pushing him against his answer, "You wanna fucking die by the Reaper's hand, Kevin!? Huh?! Is that what you want!"
"Prince Nebulon, please, just calm down," Another Zigerion said,
"No! I will not calm down, not after we reason with the Reaper who's being held up in a simulation dome!" Prince Nebulon exclaimed, then kicked the nearest chair away, "Turn off the whole thing and prepare yourselves, we are going to go over to him and resolve this whole thing peacefully with the most wanted criminal in the universe,"
"And if it doesn't work out?" Another Zigerion inquired,
"Then we're all fucked to oblivion..." Prince Nebulon bluntly stated, then gathered some of his crew to the simulation dome where they'll meet Marcus face to face,
(Marcus' POV)
Upon arrival, I was presented with the most presentable quarters the Zigerions had to offer, I couldn't care about its luxury as long as the bed's fine and comfortable to sleep in.
As I sat on the bed, the Zigerion escort was nervous about whether I approved the room or not. But I'd shoo them way before tucking myself in and getting some sleep.
I soon closed my eyes and allowed myself to get some more sleep for a few minutes, but I soon heard the door open and Prince Nebulon entered the room looking rather timid and sweaty, "So... How are our accommodations faring for you?"
"It's enough," I remarked, "So go away,"
"Right, right. Of course," Prince Nebulon said, "Oh, and in case you require some 'entertainment',"
He'd walk up to me and presented a tablet. But I wasn't glancing at the thing as I tossed myself on the opposite side of this bed, "This tablet is linked to our monitors and it consists of various footage of our previous simulation runs to today's active simulation of Rick Sanchez, I hope this it'll accommodate you after you're well rested,"
I said nothing and Prince Nebulon just placed the tablet on a desk and scurried away from the room. Having been disrupted for long enough, I just rest rather than bother myself with whatever the Zigerions have.
But in case I became curious, I had the contents of the tablet stored in my watch's internal drive. Compared to regular smartwatches, this one was hand-designed by a special group I'm a part of.
Also, I hacked into the Zigerion's systems and implanted a virus that transfers everything the Zigerions have from their ship's data core to my computer. But I wasn't cruel as this only occurs after the ship is destroyed.
If there is one thing I know of Rick, is that he has planned it all by playing both the fool and the genius to Prince Nebulon and his Zigerion Crew. And once he's done tricking them into giving a false formula of Concentrated Dark Matter, this ship and its crew are a lost cause...
A Few Minutes Later...
When the doors opened, I was already sitting on the bed with my eyes glued to the monitor and Prince Nebulon appeared with an alien beside him.
"Here he is, in mint condition and properly cared," Prince Nebulon described,
I'd look up and see an adult humanoid alien (Imagine a male, wingless yet muscular form of Zerg Queen of Blades) that was taller than Prince Nebulon and possibly intimidating for the average man, wore tribal armor (Similar to Normal Predator Armor), and on his back was a retractable rifle (Modified 6-2Aug2)
This was a Tronqreon, a race of tribally proud but savage hunters of the Asteropaios System...
I'd stand before this Tronqreon, and let him examine me from head to toe. I'd also warn Nebulon telepathically, "Tell him about me, and you'll be sorry..."
Prince Nebulon got the message as he gulped while the Tronqreon finished his examination and proceeded with his judge, "Small, and Frail. Do you intend to sully my honor by having this insignificant mongrel before me, Do you wish to fall by my blade?!"
"What?! No! No! No! I assure you that this boy is the best," Prince Nebulon reasoned and scurried his way to my side with hands on my shoulder and arms, "He's handsome, capable, and also-"
"Not some mongrel, Tronqreon," I interjected, and he grunted in response, "That's right, I know all about you from my research and sources. You, Tronqreons, aren't so unique in traditions and in appearance as I've seen better races than yours,"
"First you disgrace my honor with your presence, and now you disgrace my people with your tongue," The Tronqreon clutched one of its hands, and what appeared was a sharp and retractable bone blade (Tarkatan Blade) and pressed the tip underneath my chin, "For that, I should cut your tongue of your chin and squash it under my boot,"
Though I felt the sharp tip, a trickle of blood made its way down to the floor. I remained firm and looked dead in the Tronqreon's eyes. It lasted for several minutes and the only one who was pressured into this stare was Prince Nebulon, backed against the wall cold sweat dripping down his head to his neck.
Eventually, our stare concluded as the Tronqreon smirked with anticipation, "For a small and frail creature, your unwavering spirit is admirable. And in your eyes lies not a warrior or a killer. But an incarnation, that leaves death and destruction upon their wake,"
The blade retracts itself into the Tronqreon's arm and pulls away from my chin, "You'll certainly live through the challenges. If you're strong enough,"
"I expected you to say luck," I presumed, "Does that mean you Tronqreons believe in strength above all?"
The Tronqreon chuckles and bluntly states his answer, "No... We, Tronqreons, believe in two things. Ever-changing cycle and the adaptability of individuals. If one lacks either trait, they are either doomed to die by their blindness to power or overwhelmed by the newer generations of Tronqreons,"
"Admirable, yet acceptable," I summarized, and the Tronqreon smirked before turning to Prince Nebulon,
"I shall leave with my quarry, puny Zigerion. As for your payment, you shall earn it should this one survive Tronqreon trials," The Tronqreon stated,
"Of course, Sir. I swear on my life that this one is the best one we could find," Prince Nebulon nervously guaranteed,
The Tronqreon then decided to escort me to his ship without restraints and on the docking bay of the Zigerion ship. The Tronqreon design of this ship was a Trenxal (Starcraft Liberator with a mix of Yaujta Design).
We'd board the ship and what came after was a departure while I sat next to the Tronqreon manning the helm of this ship. Once departed, I engaged in a simple yet important conversation with the Tronqreon.
"Should you know that the Zigerions won't provide Concentrated Dark Matter as they promised," I revealed,
"Why is that?" The Tronqreon questioned,
"It's because they kidnapped one of the most wanted people in the universe for the Concentrated Dark Matter formula, but expect them to die after he's tricked them with a formula that'll kill them all and destroy their ship," I explained,
"How do you know?" The Tronqreon inclined,
"Because I live with him on the same planet, and I've seen the absurd shit he's capable of pulling," I revealed, and the Tronqreon believed me as he could tell that I was no liar, "You might as well send that bonus to my account as I turned myself to you,"
"Only if you survive," The Tronqreon said,
"If you say so," I replied and sat back as I was taken to the homeworld of Tronqreons, Nelanus, in the Meridian System.
To pass the time, I'd sit on the floor with legs crossed over each other and mediate while Kror, the Tronqreon, navigates his ship to the Meridian System and made a firm announcement, "We're here,"
I'd raise my head, and see a large green planet (Similar to Planet Zerus). Kror would disengage the ship's cloaking device as the planet's orbital defenses would target the craft should it remain invisible.
Upon entry, the ship made landfall at a docking area and Kror escorted me to the Tronqreon coliseum where the ritual would commence. Upon arrival, I wasn't the only one who was brought into the coliseum.
There were various participants from various species and factions and I can tell that more than half of these participants were part of the infamous Galactic Federation and few belong to independent factions.
Strangely, I noticed that there weren't any participants belonging to the Zeno Empire. There were various assumptions on why there aren't any, but I kept those questions in mind as this ritual combat is more important than trivial matters.
Once Kror took me to the center of the arena, this was his time to leave, and gives one last look at me, "May you prevail in combat,"
I just nodded and watched him go while overhearing a few participants muttering to themselves about my appearance. They see me as a frail and inferior creature and many have stated that I wouldn't last so long.
Rather than be bothered with such hubris, I just examined every participant in the coliseum and waited for this glorified tournament to commence. And it does, we'd all hear the sound of a gong, and before all of them was a group of three.
As for their attire, they resemble that of tribal origins. Minus the bonnets and they wear golden crests that bear the mark of their royalty (The Crest of the Tronqreon Royal Family is shaped like a side-shot of a Zergling's head but minus the tusks)
Presumably, they are members of the Tronqreon Royal Family...
"Welcome to Zonnarth, brave participants, I am Lord Dirkon, Current Head of the Tronqreon Royal Family" Dirkon introduced himself, "For those who have questions about our rituals, let me be clear with one rule,"
Without warning, the floor beneath my feet began to move by some mechanism and slowly sank to a lower level as the Head stated one word, "Survive... May the best prevail!"
Once it stopped, everyone glanced around while I felt the minds of feral beasts behind the walls and they all felt hungry...
Moments later, walls arose from the center and split everyone into four respective areas. As they all heard the cheers of the Tronqreon what came after was the sound of gates opening and I knew what this meant as I took several steps away from the frontline participants.
Before long, several feral monsters emerged from their pens and began attacking the participants ruthlessly with teeth and claws. (The beasts are bipedal and tuskless Zerglings)
But as few of the participants died, the rest either pulled or grabbed the nearest weapon they could find and fought for their lives while I remained at the back and analyzed the situation.
The other areas were fighting off the beasts and the ones that died rather easily were those of the Galactic Federation. Whether they'd be Gromflomites or not, it didn't matter to me or everyone here as they detest the rule of the Galactic Federation.
In other words, their presence and death here is just a way to mock the rule of the Galactic Federation.
That aside, my priority is finishing the first trial and I'd do just that by picking up a weapon from a fallen participant, A Federal Gromflomite, and started shooting the beasts down. The estimated number of beasts used for the first trial totals about 100, which means each area will be occupied by at least 25.
But despite their numbers, they tore through their enemies with ease. But when it comes to veterans and battle-hardened participants, they were no match as each beast was slain with little effort.
For me, I'd take out two with a few blasts and whacks of the weapon I wielded. Once it lies dead, I move on to the next and often aid fellow participants if need be.
After an hour had passed, All of the beasts were killed and The platform we all stood upon began to rise and the audience cheered for the survivors.
"Well done! You have prevailed the first trial!" Dirkon praised, "But before we proceed with the second trial. You are required to wear these braces,"
A Tronqreon soon arrived with various mechanical braces and everyone began to look upon them, "Before you receive them, you are free to leave the trials with your lives and pride intact. We will not brand those people, cowards, for fleeing is part of one's survival when they have no chance,"
I looked around, and a few of the Galactic Federal Representatives were turning their backs and forfeiting the trials after seeing their comrades run. However, I suspect that these people would be killed as the Tronqreons won't let them leave freely.
Those that remained would walk to the table, take individual braces, and apply them on their arm. Once I put on mine, the brace locked itself appropriately and what appeared was the face of one of the many participants.
"Only ten of you may compete with the third trial. And from the number of participants left, there's more than 50 of you," Dirkon stated, "Use whatever means to find and locate your target,"
The braces were then activated and the notification states that all fifty of them are being teleported at random. I assumed the location was outside of the Coliseum, and the goal here is to kill your target or swipe the brace from their arm through various means.
"Let the Second Trial Commence!" Dirkon declared and every participant, myself included, was teleported out of the Coliseum at random,
Somewhere...
As I arrived, it appeared to be a marketplace of some sort. But there wasn't a single soul nearby. There wasn't a single person within range as I walked out of the open.
I became somewhat cautious of my surroundings and checked the brace on my arm. It was my target and the goal was to eliminate the target.
However, that target soon changed when his image was crossed off and what followed was the face of a different target. I assumed that someone else had killed him. I wasn't irritated or displeased, instead, I was just calm as thought of a plan to get through this supposed trial.
So I wandered the path and ignored the ever-looming threats following around me.
'Being followed by participants can be unsettling, but at least it's bearable than having no one by your side,' I remarked in thought,
Eventually, one of the participants tried to attack me by surprise. But I took a step to the side when this man was armed with a sword, "I take it that your target is me, correct?"
The enemy I faced was a Narduarvian, but he wasn't my target as I glanced at my brace in a second and avoided every attack he'd made. He was well-versed with a sword and his style wasn't like his people's traditions, therefore I assumed that he was born somewhere outside of his homeworld.
After he exhausted himself from all his swing, I just stared at him then I turned and walked away. The Narduarvian spoke via its native tongue, but I understood his words down to the sentence, "I mean no offense to your honor. It's just that you aren't worth my time considering you aren't my target,"
The Narduarvian saw this otherwise as he held his sword firm and demanded a fight in his native tongue. Sadly, those were its last words as another participant jumped right in and smashed the poor Narduarvian into the ground.
After the dust settled, I turned my head back to where the Narduarvian once stood, "What a shame, he barely gave him a chance,"
The one that killed the Narduarvian was a droid (The Model resembles the HK-Series Assassin Droid. But the color scheme is Pitch Black) and its metallic arm had crushed his skull open. After it pulled its arm back, it stood up, turned towards me, and looked at its back before going back to me, "It seems that won't be claiming your head for now, since you aren't my target,"
I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away while the droid walked out the other.
Hours Later...
I've continued to wander around the marketplace with my hands in my pockets and took bites off of some fruits. It's a little too sweet but I'd finish it until the core and seeds were shown.
Of course, a few of the participants have tried to go after me but I've dealt with them easily by letting killers kill my attempted killers. A cowardly strategy but it works...
And when it comes down to my actual target, that was a different story.
Standing a few meters before me was a Shimshamian and he was armed with a laser rifle. With my hand formed in a tiger-claw-like fashion, I blitz my way towards him and pull the head right out of his neck in a second.
It didn't take long for blood to spew out of his open neck and I would throw the head aside and check my brace. The kill had been approved and I received a total of five kills now. Earning the right to participate in the Final Trial.
Coliseum
Having arrived on foot, I noticed a few other participants in the arena. There were a total of seven people and I was the eighth and the last two were a Gromflomite and the droid I encountered.
With all ten gathered, Dirkon steps forward and announces the final trial, "Now that all ten participants are here, it is time for the last trial,"
The brace on my arm soon unlocked itself and dropped down on the floor, everyone else's brace followed suit. Then Dirkon unveiled the name of this last trial, "A Trial of Supremacy,"
The ten remaining participants, myself included, all glanced at each other, and then melee weapons were thrown into the center of the arena.
"The Last One Standing shall be victorious!" Dirkon yelled and the audience began to cheer
As for the participants and I, we glance at each other and then turn towards ten blinking circles. We'd go to them and a transparent dome rose around us. After a platform emitted an audible count, all nine participants rushed at each other while I avoided every attack on one or two participants.
They weren't complete amateurs as one of two of them had scratched my body amid my evasion. In a matter of minutes, the total count of participants was done to five and the two that are preoccupied with me have gone and become tired.
I remained bored and eyed the other participants. For they have been watching instead of acting against me.
"Had enough yet?" I asked,
"Y-You... You ask us that even though you haven't attacked us?" Participant 3 remarked,
"Just what sort of warrior are you?" Participant 6 questioned,
"The kind who knows which are worth my time," I coldly stated, and a steel blade appeared in the same manner as a Tronqreon, "And which aren't worth shit,"
The crowd gasped as they bore witness to a participant who somehow inherited the same blade as their kind and what followed was the lopping of the two Participants' heads and their bodies fell after the blade retracted itself into my wrist.
"That blade was pure steel, and he isn't Tronqreon. It can mean many things, but his attitude, expression, and eyes can only lead to one possible answer," Krootabulan Participant presumed,
"He's a polymorph," Zerillian Participant presumed,
"Analyzation dictates the percentage of Participant #4 of polymorphic origins 67.33%" Droid Participant assessed,
Instead of giving a straight answer, I just sat down, gazed toward the remaining participants, and stated, "So... Who here is next to die?"
The remaining participants just glanced at each other, and before long they decided to go for the obvious choice. Bolster their numbers and go in for the kill.
What I did was parried their attacks with the same retractable blade and the audience just watched in awe as these participants were going for me instead of each other. Dirkon, himself, is intrigued by the events of this trial.
After minutes of fighting, The Droid Participant somehow found an opening and struck his energy blade through my abdomen while standing. The Krootabulan and Zerillian attempted to lop my head off with a spear and sword but were stopped when steel horns emerged from the temples of my head.
What followed was the Droid's fate as I grabbed its head and discharged an electric pulse that fried its circuits, and motors. The Krootabulan was next as I invaded its mind and psionically broke its mind.
Despite his defenses, it faltered and caused him to fall into a state of shock. After these two were knocked out, I threw them away, reverted into my human form, and closed the distance with the Zerillian.
Regardless of how hard he swings his sword, I effortlessly parried them and knocked the poor guy down with a single punch. Once he was done, I'd get on him and repeatedly beat him until he was unconscious and in a bloody pulp.
With that done, Dirkon had announced the result of this trial, "The Victor has been decided!"
The Tronqreon roared in applause while I stood tall before the people I've beaten. Though I've refrained myself from killing them, they will not forget this encounter.
What comes after is Dirkon inviting me over to his throne room.
Tronqreon Royal Palace
With fresh clothes and a Tronqreon banquet, I was well-fed and dressed at Dirkon's leisure. Beside me is the same Tronqreon that brought me in.
"To think that I'd have a Polymorph sitting at my table. This is certainly the highest honor I could ever achieve in life," The Tronqreon said while eating,
"Half-Polymorph," I clarified, "For my mother's Terran,"
"Regardless, it's still an honor to sit beside you," The Tronqreon said,
"But your species aside, it is time for your proposal, Zazsk," Dirkon reminded, "You speak of a business proposal with The Forburn Garden,"
I gazed at the Tronqreon King, as I was aware of what the Forburn Garden was and its partners.
"Indeed, the proposal they had offered is quite appealing and beneficial. But to proceed, it would require your permission as the reigning monarch," Zazsk clarified,
"And per to our customs, you shall have if your champion agrees to one condition," Dirkon stated,
"What condition?" I asked in Zazsk's place,
"The trials established by my forefathers were not only meant to prove the supremacy of its contenders but also provide a suitable consort for the Royal Family," Dirkon revealed,
"So I'm supposed to wed someone in your royal family? That's a tall order you're putting into me," I remarked,
"Not wed, Great one. To us Tronqreons, Marriage is more than the established relations of two factions," Dirkon specified, "It is a sacred and unbreakable bond between two partners. A practice that is upheld by both noble and common status, however, is to wed a Tronqreon. One must prove more than the trials,"
"I guess that's something I can get behind, but why make me a consort of your child?" I questioned,
"My Daughter, Taite, has become a prodigy of many things and may one day challenge me for the right to rule, the Tronqreon Empire," Dirkon said, "But I fear that if she bore no heir upon her rule, one may resort to underhand means to produce an heir to usurp the throne upon their coming age. Such an incident has happened before, and we were fortunate that his rule did not sway us to an opposing faction,"
"I can guess that the rules and traditions of your 'Empire' are flawed and complicated to handle," I presumed, and Dirkon's nod was all the confirmation I needed, "In that case, I will only agree under a condition of my own,"
"And what would that be?" Dirkon questioned while Zazsk listened next to me,
After I proposed a simple offer, Dirkon, and Zazsk agreed and I was off to handle the situation of the Monarch's Daughter
Taite's Chambers
Upon entry, I was greeted by the Monarch's Prodigal Daughter. A tall and large woman of adolescent age, bears the golden crest of the royal family, and her purple eyes shine like gemstones (If you want a more specified description: Taite has the same figure as Mikasa Ackerman but the hair is Zerg like Kerrigan's)
She was skilled with the blade and every swing was deemed flawless and refined. And the way she sheaths her sword without a sound shows how remarkable her skills have become.
"Quite a sword you have," I commended, "Qufrium Steel?"
"You have a good eye," Taite passively remarked, "And I take it that my father sent you?"
"He did, though I'm not one to force relationships," I remarked, "If anything, I'd prefer to establish a slow but consensual relationship than a fast and forceful one,"
"That certainly is understandable. But whether our relationship is forced or not, I am fully aware of my responsibility to produce an heir for my people," Taite nonchalantly declared,
"Now that's depressing to hear," I commented,
"It's the truth," Taite noted, "So let us proceed,"
"Before that, I'd like to know your preferences. I can't just peer through your mind without consent and all," I requested,
"Then feel free to see my thoughts, Great One," Taite insisted, "Better to let you know that not at all,"
I'd peer through her mind with her consent and discover her desires beyond her nonchalant expression. It was expected that a tomgirl like her would love the same gender, but what I didn't expect was the desires beyond her homosexuality.
After that was done, I remarked the following, "Well, that certainly makes things easy for me,"
Through my polymorphic powers, I attain a girl's body and Taite audibly gasped at the sight of it. After my transformation, I removed my shirt to unveil my naked upper body and boobs while speaking in a feminine voice, "So? shall we get started?"
Taite soon smiles, and what follows is what occurs on the bed.
(Lemon Chapter will be made in AO3 Smut Collection)
Hours Later
Having fulfilled my role with Taite, Dirkon was kind enough to provide me with enough materials to invent my version of a portal gun. Tronqreon Technology is unique in certain aspects but their range for technological transport is limited to intergalactic travel, not interdimensional travel.
After some trial and error, the portal gun was complete and I gave my parting words to Dirkon and his Royal Family.
Once I returned to my bedroom, I stored my portal gun inside my Interdimensional Room and laid down on my bed. Not only have I scored myself a girl, but also a great deal between the Tronqreons and UV-Sol-5.
But those two matters were irrelevant to another particular matter...
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The University Letter of Acceptance is on my desk...
(Bonus Scene)
As I was in the living room watching television on a recliner, Jerry entered the room looking despond and I didn't bother to look at him, "Did you get fired or something?"
Jerry was silent, but his audible whimper was enough of a confirmation to know that he had indeed been fired. But I wasn't one to care as I switched the channel for something else, "Bummer..."
"Aren't you supposed to be comforting me or something? I just lost my job!" Jerry exclaimed,
"And?" I questioned,
Jerry was speechless by how cold I was, instead of reprimanding me. He just sighed and stated the following, "I'm going to bed,"
"Whatever, Jerry," I dismissed, and Jerry left without another word,
Minutes later, Summer comes in and goes to sit on the couch, "Hey Marc,"
"Hey, Sums," I greeted, and passed the remote, "You've got something to watch?"
Summer quickly changed the channel for 'The Days and Nights of Mrs. Pancake'.
"New episode?" I asked,
"Not really, it's just a repeated episode. I still haven't finished it though," Summer said,
With that, I spent the rest of the hours watching with Summer.
That is it for this episode, you guys! And I'm sorry that I can't show you the Lemon Scene between Marcus and Taite and possibly confuse you with things that shouldn't be in the Canon Series.
This fanfic is more than just a way of expressing an alternate story if people have forgotten. It's also practice when I write Original Stories.
Also, in case people don't know. My OC, Marcus Smith, is Pansexual. So almost all forms of sexual interaction are possible based on your preference. But be aware that there are some preferences I don't approve and I won't tell you here since that list may be long to write.
That aside, it's time to reply to some questions.
djmenez1246: I appreciate the support and feel free to ask any questions or make Original Chapter Requests via my PM. The door's always open
Timesliger: Answers:
1. Glindoozians have Emerald Green skins and slightly pointed ears.
2. Can't tell you about that one. Spoilers of course.
3. I will tell you that if you compare Marcus to Rick. He may as well be his opposite as Marcus prefers Biological Modifications over Rick's Cybernetic Modifications and Implants
4. They weren't killed by Rick Prime's Omega Device, but I won't go into details of how died because of Spoilers.
And yes, there are different versions of Marcus in the Multiverse, each has made a different route than the last.
The Disquieting One: Much appreciated!
Gamelover41592: Thanks and it does fit with what he had to go through in the previous chapter
That is all I have to say, Don't forget to PM me for potential Original Episodes and I'll see you all in the next Episode!
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