Morph was deemed the area to best to give Buzz Lightyear a Space Ranger funeral. It was Warp who gave the opening speech with a heart, a soul, fondness, regarding Buzz's career as a Space Ranger that he were to be part of and witness. It was a short speech, well rounded, letting his sorrow be shown in his features and the guilt and the regret, then departed.

The Space Ranger funeral was live streamed from place to place, the torpedo was closed, then it were lowered into one of the torpedo tubes.

"With heavy hearts, we say farewell to Buzz Lightyear."

The torpedo tore out into space at a controlled speed limit heading out.

"Wherever you are, we know it's a far far far happier place."

Booster looked on watching the torpedo flee.

"I miss Buzz." Booster said, beginning to tear up.

Warp remained when everybody started to leave as he rubbed the side of his arm.

"Ovus!" Nebula called out drawing Warp's attention. "You're driving Nana Lightyear home!"

Ovus's shoulders fell.

"Damn, and I look just like him!" Ovus whined.

"There, there." Booster assured. "You're the best person to be her last flight."

"I'll do it," Ovus whined. "but I won't like it."

Warp went down the corridor heading to the locker room.

Nana waited in the parking area where Buzz's vehicle remained. Covered in a fine sheet of dust, the age of it not being taken out for so long, honestly obvious, how he were never going to come back. How he hadn't taken the vehicle out often from storage back at the house supplied by Star Command before the untimely demise. Nana was all but a wildflower to the wrath of loss waiting to be yanked out and taken somewhere in the mist of chaos that was far better than uncertainty. She felt a hand placed on to her shoulder then shifted toward the source.

"Buzz?" Nana asked, bewildered.

"No, ma'am." Ovus shook his head, gently, but with kindness down toward the old woman. "Ovus, Barban name for that word, different person."

"What kind of people would decide to make the word buzz that way?" Nana asked.

"There's Ovasing, which means buzzing, it's quite poetic in our poetry." Ovus confessed then started to have a short lived laugh. "Buzz was quite dumbfounded why I kept his name."

"Why did you?" Nana asked, as he withdrew his hand.

"Because he hated it." Ovus grew a broad grin then opened the door for her.

Nana leaped into the passenger seat and Ovus went into the driver seat. The entrance into star command opened, then the car flew off out through the slot, leaving behind the various Star Cruisers, heading toward Capital Planet that was halfway blocked by a field of darkness highlighting the city limits in the form of lights that shined out against the small towns. Nana looked toward Ovus, sharing the same grin, one arm set on the edge of the window, his helmet up just as hers was.

If she willed herself to believe it, she could, that she were sharing one last flight with Buzz Lightyear, a living legend, a living ghost that was no more. She waited, clenching her purse, waiting for the ride to end, she had personally attended the Space Ranger funeral, it was the one that couldn't be missed, it was all the people that her grandson worked with, how he had saved them, single handed saved missions, and how they had first met him.

The limits of the small farm came to form and the large garage waited open, her primary vehicle of transportation, waiting beside the open gap. The old woman trembled staring at the void, the same void that would be filled, the void that she never imagined would be filled by Buzz's vehicle during his youth. She turned off her helm then the passenger door was opened by Ovus who sported a smile.

"Thank you."

It was a quiet word of thanks.

"Like me to drive it in, Nana Lightyear?"

"These old bones are very tired, please do."

"On the authorization by Star Command, obligated!"

Ovus drove the vehicle in then parked it in. The lights emitting from the back turned off, the vehicle lowered, resting one last time. Ovus rose from the seat, then twirled, flew on out of the area leaving Nana behind. It was one last time seeing Buzz fly off.

"Good-bye, Space Ranger B." Nana said.

Nana wiped a tear off then proceeded to return into the empty house. She took off her old Space Ranger sleeves, slowly, deliberately, walking toward the farm house. It was slower than usual walking toward the windows that were dark as night, nothingness, only photos of what she had before and who was the only one left of the family, and the years after were all too painfully lonely for her remainder years. And she would survive as she had done before, Nana always did.

From afar beside a tree, a Space Ranger landed. Warp Darkmatter hid beneath a tree appearing visually torn up. The only thing lighting him up was the starlight and the light from the moon overhead, his wing's red tips shined on gently underneath the darkness. The trees acted as shadows with his gaze highlighted by the moon. He shook his head, lowered his gaze, squeezing his eyes shut.

He couldn't face Nana right now without telling her that he betrayed Buzz. His feet were firmly planted in the ground, no matter how he tried to summon up the courage, it couldn't be summoned, it couldn't be acted upon, no matter how he promised himself to talk to her after the funeral only a few minutes ago. He squeezed the palm of his hands, anger, regret, sorrow, then turned away from the farm house.

Warp lifted his head up with his eyes opened then turned away and flew on back toward Star Command.

A/N

Dialogue taken from The Lightyear Factor in the first scene of this chapter.

Ovus has Patrick Warbuton's voice for this story, thank you.

Intentional parallel to Luke's family living out in the desert, Nana lives on a farm.