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I know this jump is supposed to be in one of the corrupted super hostile 'areas' of the Blind Eternities, but I keep thinking 'This is standard Rick and Morty'.
There's no appreciable difference beyond the appearance of Sarah and Adam, I agree. The "Rick and Morty" reality cluster is already a tangled, glittering, dumpster fire with neon signs and laser lights that spell out Bad Ideas Ahead!

Really, it was almost tailor made for Adam to visit. If he had a "normal" body he'd be tearing out his flaming blue hair about now before he rolled up his sleeves and went to work.
 
Arc 3: Rick-frastructure and Social Net-Mort-ing: Star Mort, Rickturn of the Jerri!
Beth finally found her Dad seven levels down, fifty corridors over, and one tram ride away.

Which was slightly infuriating, because this whole ship (Though very helpful and a bit snarky) seemed to be just big enough for her house and her lawns to sit on top of the thing.

The helpful schematic that Mrs. Ship provided just made things worse, as her mind was actually able to understand some of it. This wasn't exactly dimensional shenanigans, more psionic reality stretching.

And yes, the access to a mental database filling continuously with outside information as part of her being connected to the Smith Hive WAS noticeable, thank you very MUCH Dad.

No, stay calm. He did agree to hold off on memory insertion until they talked, giving her and her children access to a mind controlled super internet and TV and database network was NOT the same thing as stuffing artificial history meant to educate others into brain matter.

It was just… Really accessible tools useful for class. Like that calculation app that was nearly autonomous and synched with her thoughts now, making any math instant and beyond accurate if she even considered something related to the topic.

But at least the content was being labeled and parental filters were possible? Although the reason that was possible was because her kids and the house they were exploring was viewing all the content FIRST to accurately label this mess.

Needless to say, Beth felt slightly exasperated by the time she caught up with her cackling father. "Dad."

The woman twirled, her lab coat far cleaner than standard and her gray eyes sparkling with joy! "Beth baby! Come look at what little Morty put together!"

Her son? "Isn't he still recovering?"

Sarah nodded. "But he is mentally stable enough to not just configure his command node but explore my side project database. Anyway, look at this!"

It was a complicated flat series of panels. "He made his first human to electronic interface system! I mean, sure we are working on improving it now that I can show him how much more intuitive and secure psionic interfaces can be, and the newer versions don't force you to wear an eyepatch or something OR require cranial surgery, but still!"

Beth blinked at the exploding matrix of altered schematics. "Wow… These are fairly elegant!"

An interface flickered.

=Morty: Aw jeez Mom, don't look at my older prototypes! I was barely awake!=
=Summer: Give up dork, you know what Mom is like when it comes to us making stuff.=

Well uh... That was a bit unfair. How did she? Oh, like this.

=Daddy's Little Girl: Now don't sass your brother Summer, he's still recovering and it is very impressive that he is able to put something like this together all on his own. I had to spend years in therapy to keep myself from operating on classmates and reduce some of my own troublesome tendencies… Thankfully most people know college was for experimentation anyway.=
=Morty: Mom?=
=Summer: Omg, lol!1!=
=MRS: Ha!=
=Daddy's Little Girl: Wait, WHAT!? Dad! Fix it!=
=Sarah: {Innocent Father, Toates the best dad.} Fix what, sweetie?=

Beth snorted and dope slapped the back of her Dad's head.

Although it felt slightly like slapping a rock, so it was a good thing she wasn't actually trying to do damage or something. "Fix it."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Fine."

=Morty: Ha! Now you know what it's like for me!=
=Summer: Grandpa trolls you a lot when you're off doing stuff?=
=Morty: Honestly, not like the other Mortys. Ours just had bad days or would get too into substances and… Well, some of the stranger stuff happens then.=
=Beth: Strange for Dad is a hard marker to measure. Though I WILL be quite cross if he doesn't fix my name to something less THAT.=
=Summer: Aww, put it back!=
=Beth: Thank you Dad.=
=Sarah: Sorry Morty, if it helps I did change my body to improve through substance use now. No more actual cognitive issues or hangovers or withdrawal symptoms.=
=Beth: Still, the strange comment has me concerned. What did your other Grandfather do?=
=MRS: The database mentions you were modified to turn into a vehicle? {More_Than_Meets_The_Eye.data}=
=Summer: WHAT!? Like a Changeformer!? I want to be able to do that!=
=Beth: Of course Dad didn't do such a thing.=
=Morty: Uh.=
=Sarah: Before anyone freaks out, first of all! I never personally did such a thing.=
=Adam: And technically neither did the other Rick, Morty just had the ability to shift forms to other alien versions of himself unlocked during one of the man's more drunk periods. {Disguises.data}=
=Morty: That does explain this huge list of species I can now choose to transform into.=
=Morty: {Confusion?}=
=Beth: HOLD UP! Who's Adam!?=
=Summer: Wait, isn't that the supercomputer that Mrs. Ship was giving fangirl speeches about?=
=MRS: {Blush} SHH! Oh my god Summer, I can't believe you just said that!=
=Sarah: Damn it, Adam.=

Beth blinked at her dad face-palming as she glared at nothing. "Adam, I thought you were going to be super busy scanning for safe places to send the house."

She leaned around. Nope, nothing there.

Sarah waved at the air. "No, I was going to introduce you eventually, you know that. But the kids are recovering and my little girl had finally gotten through all the help documentation! We were having a moment!"

Daww, this version of her Father was super sweet. "It's fine, Dad."

Grump silver eyes glanced at her. "No, I'm not letting him off the hook. You can't hear him sniggering into your brain at the chaos he just set off!" And glanced away. "I heard you! Now, get back to work verifying that the new data from Morty is accurate and let's make sure nothing from this planet can contaminate other realities. Last thing I want to deal with is a humanity destroying plague."

Beth paused. "I thought it was just radiation?"

Her dad sent [[d͔̗a̦̦t̬̫̠͇̗̰a̳̻]]. Which began showing up on her own invisible screens and displays.

Oh. Oh no. "We gotta warn me."

Sarah blinked. "I'm sorry?"

She waved at the hidden sky. "Space Beth, the Beth clone dad sent to space so that I could enjoy life with my kids and she could go do more dangerous and adventurous things. After we met and made up over our Dad cloning us without warning and… Other stuff… Well, we get along well enough."

Beth began checking the options, displays flashing as data filled up the information windows. "So we got to warn her not to come back here. I'm not letting anyone else die to this mess."

Sarah blinked… And smiled! "Oh! You have a twin clone in this reality!? Sweet! Yeah, let's go get her and make sure she's fine and stuff!" The ship lurched. "After ensuring the planet is safe to leave like this. I'mma gonna do that first."

Beth felt warm at the clear affection her father was showing. Some hurt part inside really liked how this version of her Dad was so open and willing to trust and care for his family. "Thanks, Dad."

The interface flickered, pulling her focus.

=Morty: These changes are very clever, thanks Adam. Though I'm mostly going to stay like this, just adjust a few things.=
=Summer: He's talking about his junk. Because all boys always talk about that.=
=Morty: I refuse to designate such comments with a response. Also I bet you already adjusted your OWN body by now anyway.=
=MRS: Sarah and Adam have holographic Avatars I can project, but I haven't picked what meat puppet shape to replicate yet. None of you seem to have enough skeletal reinforcement to even survive reentry.=
=Adam: Maybe check out the species of Revolio Clockberg Jr? {Non_Organic_Option.data}=
=Morty: Who?=
=Adam: Your Rick used to call him the slur 'Gearhead'. He is a Gear Person.=
=Morty: Oh THAT ass! Guy tried to kill me because the space cloud thing I was trying to rescue was valuable. Jerk.=
=Summer: {Snicker} Didn't the 'space cloud thing' call itself 'Fart'?=
=Morty: Cultural differences, let it go already.=
=Adam: But back to Revolio Clockerg Jr., his species is metal and crystal formed. Mrs. Ship might like it.=
=MRS: Hmm… Maybe component wise, but I need more curves than that.=
=Summer: Oh I am SO helping with this, it is like clothes and shoes shopping but a billion times better! Let's make you a sexy crystal gear ship lady!=

Huh. "Mrs. Ship, if you need funding or whatever you can pull it from the family accounts. Avatar or not, you should be able to show your personality in style."

The nearest speaker crackled with embarrassment. "Thanks, Sis."

Beth paused. "Oh. Because Dad made you. Right, that makes sense…" She couldn't help but grin. "You know, Dad and I are planning on going out to make sure our OTHER sister is safe too… Maybe we should make a place here for her to stay too? Just in case?"

Sarah hummed as she was doing SOMETHING to some systems even as more of Morty's designs were edited in a separate window. "Our lovely ship will expand as needed to accommodate anyone in the Smith family." A flinch. "And even transport Jerry if needed."

Ouch. Harsh but fair. And not really an issue now that he was molten sludge out there. Still, she knew what a huge concession it was to her Dad to even bring the other man up. "Thanks Dad."

Sarah hummed as the ship made embarrassed and happy noises in the background. "For you my sweetie? Anytime. And don't worry about financial issues, our awesome ride here can out produce a small galactic society given enough time to ramp up her production levels."

Considering her father seemed to have built this miracle from apparently nothing while she had been recovering from an alcoholic stupor, it was a hard point to even begin to argue. "Still, the ship is part of our family too. It's important that she knows we recognize her as such."

=MRS: Thanks, Sis.=
=Beth: Anytime, my new warship sister.=
=MRS: I'm not a warship if no one else could even survive a skirmish with us… But thanks.=

Oh. "Right, if we are going after 'Space Beth' she will likely be out somewhere in a combat zone. Will it be safe to bring the kids and everyone with us?"

Sarah chuckled. "You know how dangerous it is outside?" Duh. "Our daughter's new body is ignoring all the deadly material and actually absorbing a lot of the vicious energy and matter as free fuel."

The data showed up on another display. "My shipgirl is passively absorbing material with energy signatures more dense than most capital ships can endure, and is not only being improved by the experience but thriving! Every other ship and creature and product on the planet is GONE, including our house and old lab."

The ship woman hummed. "Dad did cheat by [[Harvesting]] my old body and our old home before the local environment could finish deconstructing it… But he isn't wrong."

Beth felt relief. "Thank goodness! So those people she's fighting out there can't hurt us or our ship?"

Sarah snorted. "They couldn't hurt my shipgirl right NOW, and we haven't even turned on her active defenses. Or any of the shields, or the fields, or the shimmers. Most of the more common weapons would just give us free energy, and most projectiles can be recycled by her for free material."

Oh. "Uh. Wow."

Her father smirked, that familiar touch of madness in this beautiful woman's eyes. "Yeah, my girls are amazing."

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Beth Smith snarled into her communication cell. "Where the hell ARE they!?"

Her informant could nearly taste her anger from a world away. "I don't know! NOBODY knows! Some higher up set off the overwatch protocols and everything went into lockdown!"

Shit. "Keep looking."

Another call, another failure.

There was supposed to be a massive caravan of equipment to the front lines of the ongoing fight, the Resistance had planned to hijack most of it and strike a VITAL blow against the tyrannical Galactic Federation…

And they didn't. Show. Up!

WHY!?

Her cell had been in communication silence for days preparing for this, moving at near negligible speed to carefully set up this ambush without setting off sensors or detection grids. All to pull off this massive initiative.

To hijack the caravan before it could resupply the war front… And to destroy the deadly planet cracking tool that was supposedly going to be deployed this time.

It couldn't be betrayal, this was beyond top secret! Even her own CREW didn't know the plan, or the target, or the timing! She had kept all the cards, enforced HARSH training requirements, and had honestly burned a few bridges and called a few favors…

And none of it mattered if the fucking weapon changed targets. Or was recalled. Or… Shit!

The targets should have been here around a day ago. Earth days, since she tried to keep up with their time schedule and call in monthly at least, make sure her kids and other self was doing alright.

Sure she might secretly send them a few gifts and maybe some of the better wine once in a while, but how could she make her next check in with her loved ones if she had the guilt of missing THIS deadly situation up so badly!?

A snarl was forced back as she went down the list. "Tell me, Griss. Tell me you know what the FUCK happened."

The translator lost a lot of the emotional tone, but the sheer rage came through loud and clear. "The higher ups fucked it."

Confused, Beth blinked. "I'm sorry?"

Gross's clacking fangs echoed over the connection. "Someone pulled an alert on Rick Sanchez, and several other people with questionable backgrounds and under harsh review decided the chance was too good. They sent in a call 33x2."

Her mind flickered through the stolen data she read over the years. "I don't recognize it."

The growl vibrated! "You SHOULDN'T! No one should! It was only put into treaty as a thought exercise, to ensure every procedure, realistic or not, was included in the paperwork! It's like the advanced forms for time travelers to give permission to themselves to consume their younglings on Mkrestal Thranble, as long as they file the suicidal intention notices and organize the temporal cleanup! It was NEVER supposed to be an option!"

That… Didn't sound good. "Talk to me Griss."

The anger drained away. "We lost division 7."

What? "Communication satellite relays go down all the time Griss…"

The voice clickered. "No, we didn't lose contact. They were executing call 33x2. Division 7 was selected to enforce the order. We lost them."

Her mind couldn't compute this. "Which army under Division 7? There are like…"

Griss snarled! "ALL OF THEM! Every zargen one of them! Down to the flizzen cooks and secretaries!"

Beth didn't know what was going on. "So… A dimensional attack then? I know that Rick Sanchez has a history…"

The laugh was broken and hurt. "At this point, I would likely help him kill our leadership myself. Not that it matters."

Beth felt cold as the voice continued. "Listen, I put in so many arguments to shut this down that I will be dead by the end of the hour anyway. It's probably why you haven't found anyone else left about what is going on, very few of us actually READ all the treaties and contracts after all. And it's probably too late to help you survive yourself, so… Just shut up and listen to my last words, alright?"

Shit. "Go ahead, Griss."

He was doing something with metal in the background. "Call 33x2 was genocidal protocol orders, when a single entity or creature could infect others and posed an unacceptable risk to the Galactic Federation as a whole. Properly executed, it takes three years to get approved and has a decade long checks and balance procedure that includes periods of public inquiry and expert testimony."

Genocide? But even so, there was time! She could do something with even a few months to work with. If nothing else, Dad would have an idea.

Griss continued. "THIS time, Call 33x2 was enacted in under eight minutes."

Her frantic mind froze. "What?"

The sounds were so far away. Impossibly far. "Division 7 arrived on the reported planet supposedly housing Richard Daniel 'Rick' Sanchez the third and ensured the use of blackbox protocol 'nelgcyhlraw' was both applied and directed to the related species."

Denial was a warm blanket. "Unless the target managed to do something, and this is one of the few kaalanzers that might theoretically have done so, anyone with similar genetics will suffer a painful end. And it is transmissible."

No.

Griss sighed as some beep came over the comms. "Well, that is the cleanup squad. When you join us in Larghass, I'll save you some of the roasted grubs. Yeah, you hated them, but your squishy flesh face had been so hilarious! I mean, you did make me taste those horrid meat patty things and…"

The gunshots were cut off by whatever explosive Griss had set up, and the line cut.

No.

Numbly, she activated the recall procedure and just… Sat there.

Knowing an entire division, with more people than many planetary trading groups could contain, all dead? Meaningless. Most likely didn't even know why they were about to die.

Not that it mattered.

Dad would have stopped it.

Blind trust flared in her heart. Because Dad did impossible things, all the damned time. And even if she was a clone, her Dad would do nearly anything she asked! Half her equipment was from schematics he hid in her ship when she went to explore space, the man didn't even bother to brag about it!

Right, she would contact Beth, find out that everything was fine and Dad saved the day somehow, then go back to base and get VERY drunk and try to spin this disaster as a victory somehow.

And eventually start the slow and frustrating process of rebuilding her spy network, as it seemed like most of them were being executed for knowing too much. Which, in this case? Knowing anything was apparently too much. After all, hiding the enforced suicide of billions of lifeforms to kill an entire species that was capable of procreating with so many other species, that was going to take a lot of killing.

Later.

Shaking hands gently hit certain codes. "B…"

No, you can do this. "Earth Beth? You… You there?"

The silence was crippling.

Her heart jerked at sudden static! "Beth!?"

And a woman's voice came out. "Automated Reply: The Smith Family you are currently attempting to contact is currently undergoing treatment and gathering resources for relocation. Assuming you are the other Smith daughter, the kids and your local variant are going to make a full recovery. Also, you have ANOTHER sister who is also a ship, and after we stop this mess from trying to wipe out any further strains of humanity we will probably stop by and make sure you are alright too! Until then, be safe space sweety! This is a recording."

Uh. What? "Why the hell is Ms. Bellum answering our home phone?"

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Sarah blinked. "Good news everyone! Space Beth is alive and seems to be in quadrant 86-753-09! The answering machine verified it was her equipment before giving her a non-incriminating message, and now we know where to look!"

Beth sighed with relief nearby. "Thank goodness she's alright. She said something big was going to be happening to her this month and might miss our little talks."

Seeing Sarah's look, she waved it off. "Nothing like the attack on Earth, she had a mission that was supposed to make a big impact over the war front. We have codes to warn us if something was heading our way."

Fair enough. "Right, well I think we only need to modify a few local energies enough to destroy the transmission psionic wave components and then this entire mess will be nothing more risky than heavily exotic contaminated matter just WAITING to be used as high quality resources!"

Seriously, some truly exotic materials were included in this mess. It was like having a dozen planets unraveled, reduced, and refined into a slurry of soul, material, energy, and spite! Adam was having a ball [[Harvesting]] massive mounds of this mayhem.

Beth poured another glass with her own personal flask (Adam made ones for every family member, although only the adults got the ones with alcoholic content options.) "So how long will it take for us to head out there?"

Sarah hummed. "Well, changing this mass of raw material to NOT attempt and hunt down human genetics will require a week or so, but that is a mostly automated process. And of course, both the ship and Adam are sucking down torrents of the stuff, it is really high quality material for recycling."

The daughter of mad science winced. "I suppose I will go sit with Morty's healing pod for a while then. Let me know if something changes."

Ah, right. This world's destruction was a big issue, emotionally. "Would you… Can I give you a hug before you go?"

The hug was nice.

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Morty SHOULD be using his new near-superpower abilities to do something awesome. Change himself, change the world (Not much out there right now actually, but same idea in general.), something useful.

He had lots of projects that were only enhanced by showing them to Grandpa (Hot version of a neighbor or not, she really knew her science), and it was stupidly easy to produce prototypes and test results thanks to Mrs. Ship and her construction foundries and assemblage factories.

But right now, he and Summer were upstairs in the 'Normal House' section of the ship, sitting on a familiar couch (But somehow more comfortable?), watching interdimensional cable.

Summer frowned. "How come when YOU pick a channel, you get stuff like 'WhenWolf: Time Traveling Dracula Inspired Adventures' but when I choose something I get that dude with acid nipples trying to grow miniature bushes?"

Morty shrugged. "Pretty sure it has to do with how I change from all those adventures with Rick. After certain amounts of bullshit, you begin to sort of… Feel reality? Like, how things connect without touching and stuff?"

He waved the remote. "Rick controls what he watches by using this thing like a portal gun. It connects to his mind and influences what 'portal' the channel views. He can pick stuff super accurately, but I end up with stuff like commercials and whatever. When you use it, the options are more unfocused and random."

Summer stared at him. "Bullshit."

Meh. "Here, look at this."

=Morty: This was how it felt to change channels to those wrestling chairs that threw people at each other. {Taste_of_Reality.data}=
=Summer: {Skeptical.} Hang on, let me check it.=

And her eyes went odd as she lost focus on causality and began drifting through unknown energies.

Meh, his first few adventures had really messed with his mind too.

Back to watching his soap opera. For sentient bathing supplies, the vocal range was nuts!

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Sarah sighed. "Damn it, again? Adam, what can you do?"

Uh. <<We could just… Snag her? Thanks to the callbacks I've trangulated her location by now.>>

His Jumper hummed. "Fine. Give me a communication portal."

Easy enough.

A blue 'glass' window faded in front of Sarah, showing her daughter pacing back and forth on a rock somewhere with a low quality atmosphere generating field in place. She had that scar over her right eye and a piercing in her right eyebrow, one that seemed to be some sort of display module.

Half her head was shaved, with a blue streak in the hair on the unshaven half… And she looked rough. Wearing camouflage that made her look like a pacing boulder creature, she seemed near torn with anger and fear and concern and all sorts of stuff.

She was also ranting. "If you give me ONE MORE automated message, I am going to hunt you down and start ripping out organs, biological or otherwise, until you can TASTE how angry I am with your damned feet! Or other walking limbs or organs!"

Sarah cleared her throat. "Beth."

The woman froze, a blaster of some type aimed at the 'floating' 'glass' 'window'. "WHAT THE… Ms. Bellum!? Why are you answering our phone!?"

A pause. "Also, why are you young and hot now?"

Ha! Adam was loving this name drawback bullshit!

Sarah sighed. "I'm a female partial clone of your Dad, I came here to save Morty, Summer, and your sister after the planet ended. The local Rick and a whole bunch of alien assholes died with the planet, but he managed to stop the damage from spreading through reality and through dimensions."

Space Beth gaped at the Jumper. "What?"

The lab coat wearing woman nodded. "Long story short, I got here before the house defenses could fall and kill them too, fixed them up, made them safer and stronger, and changed the house into a super awesome daughter spaceship using the artificial intelligence from my old and damaged personal ship."

Sarah seemed to realize that Space Beth was mentally catching up… And shrugged. "I was avoiding saying anything else so the Galactic Federation wouldn't know where we are or that I am fixing up the planet."

A blue portal opened up to one side. "Would you like to come visit? I know the local Beth would be beyond happy to have some emotional support right now."

Her space daughter flinched at the floating blue portal. "W… What?"

Adam groaned. Oh dear, this may take a while.

At least Adam could now talk to the kids while his Jumper was too busy to gripe about it and their local mom was trying to relax in her room.

Oh? The children were watching 'Saved By The Bell', Smurf Edition?

Meh, they could talk or make stuff later. For now, let's see how well Gargamel played Mr. Testaverde!
 
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Sarah seduces Beths but Adam thinks big, soon Mrs Ship will dream about growing up to be a celestial body and get herself some crystal on crystal vibrations going on.
Space Beth may need to reboot, please insert mead.
 
I didn't even catch that! AceofFire is definitely staying true to the source material, with all the hidden references to other sci-fi.

The Star Wars reference is more layered than that, even, and I'm not just referring to the RotJ callout in the chapter title. Space Beth is a leader figure in a rebellion against the Galactic Empire Federation, just had her homeworld blown up, and has a clone twin that's starting to get into psychic powers. The only way this could be a more direct reference is if the Feds were led by an evil Rick. :V
 
Titles depend on prominence of certain characters that tend to influence the story/show primarily, within the containing content. Am too lazy to look through random letters for hidden/coded messages.
 
The Star Wars reference is more layered than that, even, and I'm not just referring to the RotJ callout in the chapter title. Space Beth is a leader figure in a rebellion against the Galactic Empire Federation, just had her homeworld blown up, and has a clone twin that's starting to get into psychic powers. The only way this could be a more direct reference is if the Feds were led by an evil Rick. :V
We literally just had a "No, Beth, I am your father" moment.
 
Well, Sarah went through the save/confuse local family part. Now, she has expanded that to poor space Beth as well.

Loved the bit about Mrs Ship being a daughter gaining a relative is usually a good thing.

Hmm, I wonder how long it would take for Space Beth to get back home. I can see her needing to see the results herself. Sarah could harvest the entire planet, or even rebuild a basic terraformed one. Sadly, she can't easily just replace the population. Well, she could, but they wouldn't be the same people their family knew.
 
Arc 3: Out of Jerris-diction: Mortynight Run.
Beth wandered into the communication room and just… Watched. She'd been so worried.

Sarah was glaring at the portal. "Just walk through it, please."

Space Beth's eyes flickered to Beth, showing visible relief, but focused back on dad. "And you swear it is safe?"

Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. But, and I must state this again for emphasis, everyone ELSE in the family is now protected from this molten liquid death orb even IF I wasn't trying to redirect the transitive position to target a different species. One that has a low population count and a low sexual compatibility to reduce half breed casualties."

Her dad leaned forward. "Now come through and let me enhance and reinforce your genetics and psionic field before someone too strong sneezes at you and wipes you from existence. Not to mention that I have concerns about your implants, those things need a full redesign no doubt."

The woman on the other end of the blue 'window' floating in the air snorted. "Now I KNOW you aren't a normal version of my Dad, he refuses to see ANY problems with his projects."

Sarah was in mid rant when she froze. "Shit. Hold that thought sweetie, another dimension just got black listed. MRS, send Beth… Local Beth, I mean, send your sister over here to take over."

A speaker next to a visibly amused but unnoticed woman spoke up. "Yes Ma'am? But…"

The other glowing blue portal to the side vanished. "Sorry MRS, I'm out of time. Tell her when she gets here that this button…" A pedestal formed into place with a big blue button. "Will open a portal to her sister when she agrees to come through. The Medical Pods are pretty automated, so when she comes through she can easily enough apply the same upgrades the rest of the family got, although she will be on a separate personal hive mind just like you and just like the local version of my sweetie."

A strange bone spike with blue flames formed in her hands as skeletal armor began fading into view. "Oh, and technically the blue button will open a portal anywhere you target MRS, so have fun with that, but no other portals are allowed within a significant distance from this ship. The defenses I set up should keep it safe, but there is a REASON I made this communication room so easily secured and defended… Anyway, just... Just keep the family safe."

Beth stood forward. "Dad?"

Sarah blinked. "Damn that was fast! No time to talk, ask the ship and get Space Beth her enhancements while I'm gone! You can contact me with your command node after I secure the survivors."

And the lab coat woman left through a blue tear in reality.

A confused part of her mind judged this blue form of portal was much more pretty than the normal toxic green one. The rest just stared with her space clone at the missing father.

Her space sister broke the silence. "Huh."

She threw a half hearted glare at the similar woman with mechanical enhancements. "I KNOW you were trolling her. You always do when Dad tries to talk."

The other woman had the grace to look a bit sheepish. "Yeah, sorry. Didn't know anything serious was going on after he confirmed the family was safe."

It was probably telling that neither of them felt the urge to mention Jerry's passing. That man had burned EVERY bridge possible.

She walked over, tapping the blue button, letting her other half walk through… And then wrapped her sister in a hug. "Thanks for coming home, Beth."

If there was a trembling in her weary space adventuring half, neither mentioned it. "Glad to have a home to come back to, Beth."

A slightly awkward digital cough came from the speakers. "Can… Can I assume that you both got Sarah's message? Good? Good. I'll go off and get the medical pods ready for the procedures."

One Beth raised an eyebrow at the other. "So what was all that 'enhanced ability' mumbo-jumbo our father flavored Ms. Bellum was talking about?"

A mental flex made the other woman jerk back as holograms began showing the various benefits her father had ensured her family now had. "Oh… One or two things, really."

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Now that Adam had [[Harvested]] the laboratory of a mostly 'normal' Rick, it had been easy enough to have an alert mark when a new dimension hit the 'abandon' listings. It was, strangely enough, mostly determined by Jerry Smith.

At some point, one of the Ricks had discovered that if there was ANY hope of saving a dimension, a quick way to roughly determine it early and without work (Which was a vital and fundamentally important criteria for ANY Rick) was to check on the local Jerry.

If there was a way to betray his family, to flee, to hide, to slither out of death and danger… He would take it. To a nearly supernatural degree, that man would survive nearly everything.

So when Jerry dies, it was probably good to assume that the entire dimension was a write off too.

Not that anyone LIKED Jerry really, for a man who was nearly immortal when it came to risky and deadly situations he didn't do much of ANYTHING to make anyone's life better. Not even his own!

The man infuriated the Ricks because the bastard was almost like a carefully designed product who's only gift was survival at any cost.

No skills, no talents, no abilities… Nothing but selfish survival. And he was perfectly willing to betray, kill, steal, cross any line and do near anything to keep living. Even against other Jerrys, no less.

In the end, it was a major warning sign when a Jerry suddenly decided to 'hang out' or tried to sneak onto one of Rick's ships. And trying to kill him not only caused issues with other people (Some who didn't even care before!), but again: He would somehow survive MOST of the time anyway!

So MANY Ricks just made sure to dump their Jerrys in one of the nearby Jerryboree daycare locations (Go off and play with your other Jerries!) and just cautiously check their home base situation to determine WHAT exactly caused Jerry to try and flee the dimension THIS time and maybe fix it.

It was a working theory that Morty's odd ability to avoid detection, the one Sarah's Perk was based on (Not that anyone here knew that), was a variation of JERRY'S ability to somehow survive situations through betrayal. And it WAS an odd thing.

Literally armies of Ricks had investigated HOW Morty worked, and came up with nothing. Somehow reality itself just sort of caused cameras to be aligned slightly wrong or some random fight would shift perfect scanner patterns to slightly miss their target sections. Even guards would need breaks or would feel sick or whatever.

The only time it DIDN'T keep Morty protected was in situations where Rick might be able to determine how it operated... At which point everything showed up as a normal boy that could easily be killed. With no special qualities. It basically made further testing pointless, protecting the OTHER Mortys from further experimentation.

And don't even get her started on the crazy stuff that happens when lots of Mortys are gathered together! The reactions got beyond complicated and hard to trace and evaluate. There was a reason you needed a Morty on policy enforcement duty, no Rick could have the same results if it was THEIR job.

Sarah wasn't able to figure it out either, but her analysis abilities were limited compared to a full Rick. As a part of the decoy family experiment, the original Rick only focused on granting two big skills: Genetics, to ensure cloning would operate at expected tolerance levels, and the robotics engineering levels required to fill in impossible gaps with artificial replacements.

True, it ended up with ceramic and puppet decoy clones being created… But the amount of information NEEDED to make a wood/human clone cyborg? That is Rick level shit right there.

Probably why the Jump incarnated her here, in that clone. Her purchases just found an easy match to insert her logically into this Jump, even if she would have preferred a less horrific start on this leg of the journey.

Anyway, she was trying to overcome her lack of ability. Right NOW Sarah was cheating like hell using Adam's 'Research' ability to control, modify, and safely test all the shit stolen from the Rick lab and her fragmented memories to brute force solutions.

It was at least partially why her daughters could understand and even discuss all this technological stuff, because compared to her ability when it came to genetics or robotics? It was just not as astounding.

But, on the other hand, less mad scientist skill seemed to ALSO mean less madness.

Which was nice.

Anyway, the local Jerry is dead! The new dimension was marked as lost! And Adam's alert marked this particular location as one where the Rick isn't there (Or wasn't willing) to save the others. Ether from dying or from abandoning it all to go elsewhere.

Fuck that, let's see who survived. Hopefully it was soon enough that the whole family made it.

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Sarah looked at the still corpses left inside the activated shielding of the Smith house.

Some sort of military force, and not one of the more recognizable ones… Still. "Adam?"

Adam was busy. <<One moment… No, hang on! This will be faster.>>

[[Harvest.]]

The entire house vanished, along with a significant underground base and lots of dead soldiers.

He hummed. <<Right, invasion trying to… Huh, not actually related to Earth or Rick at all! Planet seemed to just be in the way, if I'm reading the data in the soldiers body armor correctly. They only bothered to invade because the local Rick somehow prevented the planet from being excavated… Some sort of core extraction wave thing?>>

Yeah, whatever. "Where are the survivors?"

Data showed up. <<Taken for examination. Jerry tried to make a deal, but that ended up with Rick being executed and managing to somehow take Jerry out at the same time out of spite. Some sort of tooth grenade, though it looks like stupendously dangerous material was used. Probably gave him mouth cancer every week or so.>>

Yeah, well, Ricks be like that. "Got the coordinates?"

Some marks were highlighted. <<Thankfully, yes. The house systems were active during the attack. Due to losing two of the prisoners needed for questioning, the others were given much better treatment to ensure survival for transit! Here is the destination, we will hopefully get more data there.>>

These particular creatures were some sort of wooden golem wearing red flannel shirts, suspenders, and… High heels? Well, you do you, wooden lumberjack people.

Mr. McStabberson would however like to have a bit of a chat about where her damn family was right now.

Now that she was off of the MRS ship, she could use 'normal' green portals again to avoid certain questions, and she used one to step through to an artificial planet (Some sort of meat forest war world).

Let's ask some questions!

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Morty was freaking out! But like, only mentally. This wasn't the first time things got a bit tricky to handle. "Come on sis, just… Just stay calm."

Summer glared at him! "Grandpa's dead because of Dad and Mom is… She hasn't woken up yet."

Focus. "Rick is probably fine, I've seen him die a dozen times before." Technically true, but most were just clever setups and fake death traps to throw off pursuers. Or Ricks from other dimensions causing problems. "He'll come save us, and Mom's just… She just needs a bit of treatment and she'll be fine."

His mom was breathing, therefore a Rick could fix this. Morty could use the portal gun and head to the Citadel, pretend to be doing another chore for his lazy ass grandfather, get her fixed right up! He knew where all the valuable junk was after all, and most Ricks didn't bother to follow established procedures, so it would probably work!

Once they escaped.

And stole a ship.

And got back to Earth.

Where the portal gun was.

No, don't freak out. "And I managed to set off the emergency assistance beacon, just before they took us! Remember?"

Summer weakly smiled, not knowing that Rick had torn that system apart for parts months ago. Not that it mattered, one of the more drunken rants had the old man telling Morty that the button was more a 'stay away, bad situation here' marker than anything.

If it had been working, he wouldn't have bothered to hit it at all… But as he had hoped, the futile potential for rescue was keeping Summer's spirits up AND, more importantly, convinced their captors to keep them alive long enough to find out what that button actually did!

So… Probably torture. Hopefully for only him, since Summer hadn't gone through the shit he had over the years. Better than instant execution like these wooden lumberjacks did to Rick though.

Seriously Dad… Claiming 'Rick' was the cause of all the problems!? Rick was the only one who could have saved them! It was like stabbing your life raft to make a blanket, it just caused MORE problems than it solved!

Not that it mattered, Dad got to experience karma for his acts almost immediately after.

No, focus. "Right, I got a few tools in reserve, but we need to time this right. These log ships are shaped too poorly for atmospheric reentry, so there must be a limb or branch ship they use for transfer of prisoners to their interrogation rooms."

Hopefully. Unless their home planet was a beaver dam or something, and the entire log just slots into it or whatever. No, Focus.

Morty tapped his holdout laser, the one that destroyed his left hand's coordination after it was installed into his limb. "The smaller ship will have less enforcers, and yet most armies like this one ensure that each of the individual units can also travel long distances in an emergency."

Nope, in fact the majority of the time it was the opposite. Carrier ships like this would let the expensive units in transport vessels skip over the expensive shielding and more powerful engines, relying on the fighting crafts and the massive hull to protect the things until battle and travel was done.

Still, there was a CHANCE to escape and commandeer the transport ship (If one would be used), and that was better than their options NOW.

Summer adjusted her jacket over mom. "Plus neither of us can actually move Mom that easily, so at least they will help move her to the smaller vessel first. What can I do to help?"

Not really anything. The only reason they had a chance was this species was made out of wood, they had dropped their guard, and Morty had the ONLY long distance weapon he had seen so far. The lumberjack golems insisted on only using axes, so if they were careful? Maybe.

Still. "Keep track of everyone we see, and make sure I end them all before trying to take over the new craft. If I lose count I might accidentally leave someone behind putting Mom at risk."

Summer gave a weak smile. "Yeah! I can do that, Morty."

Right, that was a plan. Right? Right.

Here's hoping his hidden arm beam doesn't burn all his nerves and tendons before the escape attempt finishes. It was a holdout weapon for a REASON, the hand itself was almost assuredly a lost cause after this.

Still, a plan! Things were getting better already!

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Sarah was not having ANY of this shit.

"[[Harvest.]]"

As more than a dozen of these golems vanished, even more details unfolded.

The lumberjacks were just minions. Robots. Feeding units for this meat forest.

This living flesh planet covered in flesh trees spawned the lumberjack fighters and ships and so forth to go hunt more meat and discover sexy new breeds of lumber. It was in it for the wood.

A flick of her wrist sent Mr. McStabberson off to pierce a distant 'Log Cabin', one of the many assembly buildings where even more lumberjacks were being constructed. That should slow down the process a bit.

There were no computers to infiltrate, but a bit of experimentation had helped 'Research' learn how to more efficiently [[Harvest]] these low intellect wood creatures at least. To translate chemical signals and wood grain patterns into consumable memories and data.

This stupid monster was almost a knock off version of the Borg, just flesh and puppet oriented instead of focusing on technology. Each of these war worlds were fleshy hunters that searched through space for… Something. Not clear what exactly.

And there was some sort of 'Old Growth' somewhere out in this reality? Not much data there.

In a way, it was lucky Earth lasted THIS long before it got targeted. Sheesh.

An odd sound of creaking trees echoed as another army of lumberjacks began thudding their way towards their eventual doom through the meaty forest.

Good, it would take another four hours until the 'Star Log' got within easy scanning distance of this place. Hopefully one of THESE idiots knew better positioning data so she could skip all this free material donation and actually HELP her family.

If not, she was perfectly happy to continue harvesting this location until they arrived unharmed.

And they BETTER be unharmed.

If their space vessels had any kind of travel stability, she would have actually hijacked a ship or whipped up a small travel something or other and intercepted the stupid thing by now! But it would be faster and safer to just wait for the dumb thing to show up.

That didn't make her FEEL better, but it was more important to save her loved ones than to waste time trying to 'do something' that ended up being pointless.

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Morty prepared.

Summer was keeping her eyes open while staying close to Mom being carried by one of the few unarmed lumberjacks they had seen so far.

When he deployed his weapon, the slow reaction speed of these creatures should let him burn the escorting guards before the one carrying Mom could retaliate… Probably.

It was the ONLY option with a chance of success though. Otherwise, if he didn't focus on the wooden and armed crowd, one would axe him while his focus was off.

Each step through the halls sounded like some sort of whimsical wooden instrument, which clashed harshly with their bloody and torn clothing. Thankfully the filth wasn't from further injuries, just… Rick and Dad didn't end cleanly.

No, focus.

One shot, and hopefully the wooden ship would be easy enough to redirect destinations so that Summer could get them SOMEWHERE while Morty would pass out from exploding his wrist and forcing his hold out weapon to burn the rest off trying to kill these bastards.

It wasn't the BEST situation, but… Well, it wasn't the best situation.

He shook his head at Summer.

Not yet.

The next doors were closed (Manually, what a crappy spaceship, honestly) and the wooden creatures began sliding into wall recesses like some sort of storage system.

Not yet.

A massive JERK had the wooden vessel shudder (Hopefully a transport ship? Or even better, a combat focused one since they clearly hadn't planned on any prisoners when attacking Earth, that would be damn useful!) and he began charging his beam and gritting his teeth.

This was going to suck. So bad.

Three. Two. One.

Now, they should be far enough away to not just re dock with the massive log shaped carrier. "Hey Summer? Can you make sure Mom is breathing alright? That is an important function of us organic sticks, a function needed to ensure we can properly provide data to the living forest as directed by the living forest."

This STUPID way of talking! But whatever works.

Summer did her best. "Uh… Yeah? I'm going to need you to put Mom… I mean, the long organic stick down to make sure she is functioning as required."

A stupid plan.

Of course, this was a near mornic lump of moving wood, so why WOULDN'T it work? 'Forest Twig confirms, requires organic stick to ensure lengthy organic stick is operating optimily to ensure Living Forest can extract required organic stick functions as mandated by Living Forest."

Whatever, the important thing was Mom now lay flat on the ground and Summer was 'checking' on her, also out of firing range. "Summer, make sure to cover your ears to ensure proper confirmation that long organic stick is fully functioning for future extraction."

Shit.

This was going to hurt.

SO bad.

Summer covered her ears and nodded.

Well. Time to get shit done.

A scream of pain had Morty's left hand explode into gore as his wrist cauterized from the orange beam burning straight through his arm… AND through the nearest lumberjack.

Gritting his teeth, Morty dodged to the center of the room while carefully blasting one specific area of the ship clear, providing a spot to retreat to while the lumberjacks slowly recovered from the change in circumstances and hopefully NOT piercing through this flimsy craft into space itself. "Summer!"

Shit, she couldn't hear over the screaming and his own weak voice.

Well, it didn't matter, his sister couldn't move Mom anyway. Better clear some more space and just… Try not to burn through the walls and lose atmosphere, causing everyone's death. Everyone needing to breathe at least.

While statistically killing everyone should count as a win, it wasn't the optimum endgame Morty was aiming for.

Oh good, his left arm had burned enough that he couldn't feel the pain any more. He had a few more minutes of fire or so until the weapon damaged the limb enough to fall off, hopefully not killing someone important in the process… But at least for now, it hurt less.

Though the fact that his living flesh was transfering enough heat to burn MORE of his body in the process, well… He might not have as much time left to aim as he estimated.

He would adapt.

Dodging a thrown axe (Well, collapsing to the side, but it should totally count!), Morty blinked after another flaming timber warrior fell... And no more came into the room.

Did… Did they do it? Maybe. Focus.

Suddenly his laser flickered and shut off.as SOMETHING important melted. Ah.

Well, uh. Hopefully that was enough, because now they were unarmed. Ha.

Stumbling forward, he tried to lift one of the thrown axes with his remaining hand.

And nearly fell over in the process. "Shit."

Right, uh. The Axes might be made out of metal or something. They were super heavy.

Seeing Summer easily lift the same axe, he blinked.

Or the blood loss might be hurting his ability to get shit done. Whatever, they could work with this. "Mom alright?"

Summer nodded, trying not to look at his still smoking limb. "Yeah, we're both fine… And uh. You? You doing alright?"

Hell no. "Yeah, might be a bit slow though. I am pretty sure the control center of the craft is this way, toward the center of the thing. All these ships are roughly built the same, and that's where the power supply and command structure was located when Rick was scanning the biggest attackers back on Earth."

Back when they thought wiping out the leadership would help the situation. At least, help more than cause a three minute pause in action. "Just… If Mom's safe there, help me get walking?"

Thankfully Summer wasn't going to be annoying about this, although she did accidentally bump one of the cuts Morty hadn't noticed when dodging those thrown weapons. "Right, uh. Let's just go redirect this thing and… And get home and stuff!"

Please don't be a direct wooden golem to ship interface. Please.

Just be some sort of computer, or use buttons or levers or something. Morty could work with that, he could do SOMETHING, half of Rick's shit came without instructions! He was TRAINED to handle shit like this!

Things were blurry.

Summer… Said something? "What?"

No, his hearing was gone entirely now.

A good portion of his vision too.

And uh. Things felt bad. Real bad.

Still, as his mind fell to fog… He just had one, strange question.

Was that Ms. Bellum?

~~~Broken Adventure~~~

Summer ignored the burn on her arm best she could. "You did great Morty, I bet all the girls back home are going to be super impressed…"

Shit, something in the charred fragments of his arm just fell out. Some sort of wire? Fuck. "Just… Stay awake, a little bit longer! You just gotta tell me how to fly this ship and uh… Well, for now, just get away from the other ships. Then you can take a bit of a nap."

Her damaged brother made some sort of hiss and whine noise. It… It didn't sound good. "Hang on, we're almost there."

Maybe? His directions hadn't been clear, and the damage to that room had made the hallways damaged and even more confusing than this odd organically designed mess already was. Nothing was straight lines, the wood just sort of twisted in any which way and the ship seemed to enjoy just letting it do so.

He hadn't said the damage would be this bad. "Hey, Morty? Are… Is this the way I needed to go?"

Silence. He had fallen unconscious. Hopefully, ONLY unconscious. "Just… Alright, I can do this. You just… Just rest up."

Shit. Shit. Shit. NO! Mom AND Morty needed her to stay calm!

Leaning against the warped wooden wall, she groaned. "Right… What should I do? I can… Maybe let Morty rest here?"

She could move faster alone, but something wouldn't let her put down her brother. Honestly, if she could walk while holding Mom she wouldn't have let HER go either, resting in that damaged room of death.

Suddenly she flinched! Footsteps!?

Distantly, a voice was shouting! "Beth! Summer! Morty! Can anyone hear me!?" And a snarl. "Not you, you moronic wooden hatchet jobs! You don't even HAVE names, you are… Oh just die already. [[H̩̞̻a͈̝̦r͓̟v͇̤̥͎͕̘͚e̝̜ș̻͈t̻.]]"

Fuck it. "Hello! We're over here!"

She did NOT know enough to take over this ship, and none of the lumberjacks that had taken them had cared about their names or safety. So this was SOMEONE potentially unrelated to the situation, and that was worth the risk.

The woman's voice audibly perked up! "Summer!? Oh thank everything, I was starting to worry I had invaded the wrong ship! Not that this stupid mess should count as an actual ship, substituting hive psionics for shoddy engineering. Oh, right."

An achingly familiar green portal formed on the nearest wall!

And confusion stepped out. "Ms. Bellum? Why are you dressed up for an anime convention?"

The heavily armored bone-covered neighbor (Who looked surprisingly young and attractive for some reason) snorted and pointed a bone spear at Morty. "Talk later, Morty looks like he took a huge hit."

Her brother somehow floated from her weakened arms, and into another green portal (One that showed up WITHOUT the use of a portal gun, impossibly enough). "Now, where's your mom?"

She wearily waved behind her. "A few halls that way." How long had it been since they ate? Or had anything to drink? Or even slept? "Are we safe now?"

The woman wrapped her up in a quick hug. "Yes, sweetie. Let me get you treated and healed up, and then go get little Beth somewhere safe. We can come back and handle this situation later, they move slowly enough that we will have months to make a plan first."

Wow, Ms. Bellum was way more hard core than she realized! "I'mma take a nap now."

The humming was nice too.
 
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Well, thats some trees that will not get muffins or hugs!
New Morty will probably like got get actually functional upgrades and Summer may want a Ms. Bellum plushie to hug while processing this new Sanchez Life.
 
I love the idea of Jerry as the canary in the coal mine. It wouldn't even phase me if Rick said something like that in an actual episode. You're really nailing the whole Rick and Morty vibe.


I can't wait until Sarah meets some non-hostile Ricks
 
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