Warning:
There will be a shift in tone from here on, dont worry it won't be getting darker but I'll finally be putting a focus onto Morty's interpersonal life and relationships! I believe I know who you guys want as a love interest, and who I'd enjoy writing as one so be prepared.
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Blood.
Blood was everywhere, streaked across the cold metal floor of the ship in erratic patterns. It dripped from my ruined arm, soaking into the fabric of my torn yellow shirt. My breaths came in ragged gasps, the edges of my vision flickering between clarity and a dark, creeping haze.
I took slow, unsteady steps toward the cockpit, my shoes smearing the crimson trail behind me. My legs trembled feeling the lack of fluid within me, but I forced myself forward, gritting my teeth against the agony radiating from my missing limb. Every second counted. Every drop of blood lost was a step closer to death.
Upon seeing me the Meeseeks guards stationed in the corridor reacted instantly, their red forms blurring as they rushed to my side. "Ohh, jeez! He's in bad shape!" one of them, clearly born of the lesser box, yelped, quickly propping me up by my only remaining arm.
"Stop the bleeding," I rasped, barely able to get the comand out.
"Right away!" another Meeseeks confirmed.
They dragged me into the cockpit, laying me against the cold, un-cushioned seat next to the control panel, laying my satchel on top as one of them hastily wrapped what remained of my arm with a pressurized medical bandage. Pain shot through me as the nanofibers latched onto my exposed flesh, but the bleeding slowed. I forced myself to focus, pushing the pain aside.
Rick was still out there.
And he would be coming.
I groaned, shifting my weight as I forced myself upright. "We need to cut Rick's tracking now."
"Yes, sir!" A Meeseeks snapped to attention, darting toward the ship's interface. "Attempting to jam external pings and mask ship signature!"
I gritted my teeth. It wouldn't be that simple. Rick wasn't just going to let me go. He'd have already thrown every scanner, tracker, and quantum pulse beacon he had at this ship. If I didn't move fast, he'd be ripping open another portal and yanking me back before I could even land.
The ship's onboard AI flickered to life, its voice smooth and mechanical. "Warning: Imminent planetary landing in sixty seconds. Atmospheric descent engaged. Destination—"ascertaining location- preparing for Cargo departure. Bioscan indicates emergency medical treatment required."
Perfect.
I clenched my jaw, rolling my shoulder as the pain settled into a dull, unbearable throb. I needed to get patched up, and fast. Whatever planet we were dropping onto for trade, it was my one shot to gather material in a quick enough time.
"Get ready to move," I ordered the Meeseeks. "We don't know what's down there, but we're landing whether we like it or not. Gear up."
The Meeseeks already at attention, quickly fetching weapons and equipment from the storage compartments. One of them approached me, holding out a fresh set of gear—black, tactical, and reinforced with lightweight plating. Identical to the armor they were all already wearing.
I exhaled, pushing down every emotion swirling inside of me.
Rick thought I was compromised. Thought I was being controlled. He'd rather shoot me than believe that I was capable of thinking for myself.
He made his choice.
Now I was making mine.
With steeled determination, I stripped off my blood-soaked shirt and pulled on the black tactical gear. As I zipped it up, sealing myself into the armor, I felt something shift inside me.
I wasn't hiding anymore.
I was going to thrive no matter the cost.
Taking me out of my thoughts the ship shuddered violently as it broke through the planet's atmosphere. The viewport flashed red-hot as we plummeted through layers of thick, swirling clouds. Turbulence rocked the cabin, sending loose debris tumbling across the floor.
"Brace for impact!" the AI warned, its voice flat and emotionless.
The Meeseeks planted their feet firmly onto whatever they could. I grabbed the edge of the control panel, gritting my teeth as the ship shifted back and forth, the artificial gravity struggling to keep up. Alarms blared signaling the severe turbulance and sparks flew from circuits. The cockpit dimmed, emergency lighting casting eerie shadows across the vibrating floor.
Then, with a deafening crashing noise, we hit the surface.
The impact threw me forward, my body slamming into the console before I tumbled to the floor. Pain exploded across my ribs, but I forced myself to stay up groaning. "Ohhh, that was rough."
I pushed myself up, wincing. "Sound off. Who's still functional?" I asked the lesser meeseeks.
"Here!" one called, on the ground. "Still alive!"
"Same here, sir!" another answered, helping one of their own to their feet.
I exhaled, trying to ignore the searing pain in my side. "Good. Get the hatch open. We need to move before Rick finds us."
The Meeseeks scrambled to comply, open th slightly jammed exit ramp manually with a button on the side of the frame. The heavy metal groaned before finally giving way, revealing the outside world. conscious. The ship groaned, metal protesting as it settled into the soft planet.
For a long moment, there was only silence.
Then a Meeseeks clearly the Captian of the ship came to view
"We are ready sir, give us your orders." he said, standing firm blaster in hand.
I stepped forward, taking my first shaky breath of the planet's thick, humid air. The landscape stretched before us—vast, and unfamiliar.
I turned to the Meeseeks Captain, my grip tightening on the blaster at my side. "We need supplies and medical aid. Sweep the area, but keep it quiet. Rick could already be on our tail."
The Meeseeks saluted in unison. "Yes, sir!" They moved with precision, marching onto the planet like well trained soldiers.
For the first time since my escape, I allowed myself a moment to breathe. The pain was still there, the loss still fresh, but so was the undeniable truth—I had made it. I had broken free in a way.
Now, I just had to figure out how to live with it.
I adjusted my gear, casting one last glance at the damaged ship behind me before stepping forward into the unknown.