A/N: Howdy! I don't own Toy Story *sniff*.

Or Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, for that matter.

Chapter One: Distress Call

Another mission over; another load of paperwork to fill out. Mira groaned inwardly. Paperwork was the bane of her existence – of everybody's, really. Well – everybody but Buzz. Buzz loved doing paperwork. In fact, being a Captain at Star Command was probably his one joy in life. Mira doubted he cared about anything more.

"Mira! Hurry up!" Buzz sounded annoyed.

The one thing worse than paperwork – yes, worse than paperwork – was Buzz in a bad mood. And somehow, it's always my fault, Mira thought with heavy sarcasm.

"Mira!"

Mira ran to catch up to the others, grumpily slowing to a halt when she caught them up and wishing she had pockets to stuff her hands into. Ignoring Buzz as much as possible, she slumped into her seat on the ship as the guys prepared to go back to Star Command. It was a habit they – she and Buzz, anyway – had that if one was in a bad mood, the other automatically became a grouch, too.

Bored, a little while later, Mira started flicking a few controls, changing the radio frequency, until she found something. It was an emergency signal, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it, or tell who it was from.

Her interest piqued, Mira messed with a few more controls, trying to zero in on the signal.

"Mira, stop doing that!" Buzz snapped.

Ignoring him – this time not because he was in a mood – Mira tried to get a stronger signal.

"Mira, what are you –" Booster's voice was cut off when Mira turned the sound up on the radio.

"Help!" a girl's voice crackled on the radio. "I've been attacked! Help!"

Mira hit a yellow button and spoke back to the voice, taking charge as Buzz stared, dumbfounded. "This is Team Lightyear responding. Over."

"We were hit!" the voice crackled scratchily. "I dunno where the others are – I think he got 'em – I been injured… I don' think I can stay conscious fer longer… help…"

"Can you give us your location?" Buzz asked, stepping in.

The voice reeled off a general area on a nearby planet quickly, and then there was no more response to anything.

"A rescue mission…" Buzz grumbled under his breath. "Come on! Set a course for those co-ordinates!"

Mira turned back to the radio controls, trying to figure out as precisely as possible where the signal had come from. The ship turned towards the planet, but all Mira could get was annoying static radio noise.

The ship slowed as they reached the rough co-ordinates they'd been given.

The place was a crater.

Literally. There was a huge crater, with the smouldering remains of a space ship at the centre. It didn't look like anyone could survive.

"Well, I don't think there's any need for a closer look."

Mira and Buzz rolled their eyes. It was typical of X-R to say something like that. His life basically revolved around self-preservation.

"No…" Mira muttered, looking closer. "I think we should check anyway."

There was a hand-made flag sticking up from the wreckage; it looked like it had been made in a hurry.

"I think I'll guard the ship…" X-R muttered. "You know, in case whatever it was comes back…"

"Fine," Buzz said. "Booster? Are you coming?"

Booster agreed straight away. He'd always wanted to be a hero, so it made sense. The three of them left the ship and flew over the wreckage, to the "flag", but no-one was there.

"Split up!" Buzz commanded.

Mira searched the rubble for another signal that could lead them in the right direction. In the end, she searched near the flag. Buzz was flying around the perimeter, probably trying to find out what had happened. Booster was moving everything, searching frantically.

After searching a while, Mira noticed Booster suddenly zoom back up to the ship and followed.

"Did you find whoever sent the signal?" Buzz asked.

"Yeah," Booster replied sadly. "But she's hurt real bad."

He set whoever he was carrying down on a bench and the others took a closer look.

She was probably about twenty-four. Her hair was long and her face could have been pretty, but at that point she was covered in so much ash, soot and whatever else that her hair colour couldn't be distinguished. Her nose looked broken and she was bleeding.

Buzz reached out to put a hand on the girl's shoulder, but Mira pulled him back.

"Leave her," Mira advised. "We'll take her to medical bay and see what they can do to help her."