a/n Any mention about Warp's species are completely my headcanons and not part of BLOSC, however, if you enjoy the knowledge about his culture that I will be making up, you are more than welcome to accept them as fact.

Vokata-dah-valie, the planet of luxury. It was the first planet that joined the Galactic Alliance in the infancy of Space Rangers when they mostly came from the planet Earth. Same planet that Warp was currently vacationing on. The first week was thrilling with all that gambling, losing, winning, and losing.

He moved on from gambling to betting on any animal, between the good and the bad, even the snails. A quick turn around from the feelings stirred by Zurg's creation. It was therapeutic for the captain being showered in those comforting feelings. The last few weeks were kind on that world, with the occasional space traveler who crossed his purview and turned out to have several arrest warrants and tear him away briefly from the personal time. The name of the planet meant the hall of great pleasure and time.

Warp rested on his chest enjoying the feeling of all those tensed muscles in his back be dealt with.

"Yeeeessss Yyyyyyeeeeeeeessssx Shhhh Uyyyyyyyeees."

"Eh, what are those lumps on your back?"

"Tense muscles."

Warp clenched the fabric of the table that he rested on

"Are they supposed to feel like kitten lumps?"

His lopsided smirk started to fade until it were replaced by alarm.

"Kitten lumps." His head bolted up. "At this time? great." He rubbed his forehead. "I'm pregnant."

"What species are you half of?"

"Ipsedan."

"Oh! Don't all members of the planet Ipseadan have babies asexually when they are forty? Don't the pure ipsedan look like elf-husky that are ugly?"'

"Delaying it does not stop it." Then he added in the next breath. "Hideous actually, dad fell in love with the far ugliest woman and grandpa Darkmatter keeps gloating to this very day how dad knew she were the one."

"Your father was attracted to ugly elfs."

"Like son, like father."

"hmm?"

"I had a thing with a ugly elf like being, Myhikuve. I think xe were a weetidgo from the planet Weet."

"Don't they have four to five babies?"

"Uh huh.

"Will that still be moveable after. . . "

"Yes?"

"Also, congratulations!"

"And now I can't drink for a good while. Bad population problem long gone by now." he sat half way up. "Left a big scar behind."

"How big is the scar?"

"Agency." he got off the table then put ob the uniform that went underneath the armor. "We had choices to become male or female, being unisex species, to carry or not to carry, but some dumbass had a beef with their hero and wanted to destroy us all and sent this chemical agent, air borne virus, or something!"

The captain shook his hands.

"It got into our food supply." Warp lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut, sharing sympathy for the fallen ancestors. He knew how they felt, every one of them, when it came to what appeared to be the end of their species as everyone they knew were dying. "Lots of people died before the plague was stopped."

He opened his eyes then squeezed his hands.

"Those dark days were handed down orally, written in caves, decorated in pots about all those dying children, young couples dying, the elderly being the mass survivors, the survivors having no one to chose from."

He got off the table then slipped on pieces of his armor.

"Have to get on to maternity leave."

Warp departed, the door sliding behind him, quietly.

Warp flew to Ipseadan's neighboring planet for the first time in his life aboard a passenger shuttle. The planet was full of green and water, just as any ordinary hospital planet, trees that reached to the heavens than what ordinary trees reached to. Cars flew beneath the trees and above them, homes were nestled between branches, long bridges between each apartment, the style they had for the homes were astounding in a very modern way.

This was the check point before going to the naturally arctic planet, a planet that required capability of living in the cold temperature and made organisms refine themselves for best survival. He exited the passenger shuttle then smirked observing the trade in station right where it had been listed in the manual and foretold by his father when relaying how he got to meet Warp's mother. He walked toward the station then walked inside of it, set his Space Ranger gear into the box labeled Warp Darkmatter and dusted his hands off.

"You've got to be kidding, Calos, when saying that stealing a Tangean princess is possible."

"She's a Space Ranger, Vack!" Calos insisted.

"They can Ghost, end of story," Calos shook their multiple tendril. "we have bills to pay, that's a pipe dream."

"Do you have better ideas?" Vack asked.

Warp thought about it long and hard, Turn a negative into a positive, it's what Buzz would do.

"No." Calos confessed.

Warp withdrew the armor for his left hand then approached the group.

"How much are you in debt?" Warp asked.

"A moon." Calos and Vack replied.

"Make sure to steal it back after you sell it and get your debt repaid." then he added. "If that winds up being fired back at me -" he jabbed his thumb against his chest then pointed directly toward the duo. "then you will go to prison for aiding in the injuries of a Space Ranger and selling Space Ranger equipment. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." the duo replied.

"Good," he smirked lowered his finger. "I'll be back in sixty-three days and that better be back with my equipment by then!" he pointed down toward the floor, making his point, then folded his arms with a warning glare. "Or else, I'll have to report you."

"We will!" Calos replied.

"Can you steal?" Warp asked.

"We're actually..." Vack began to reply. "wanted for stealing a couple Star Cruisers," Warp stared down upon them. "and selling them in the Black Market."

"And then abandoning them somewhere the buyers couldn't get them so we wouldn't get caught." Calos finished.

"Don't do that." Warp said. "And you will not get caught."

Warp walked away and the duo relaxed as a hooded figure with a goatee watched him leave, weary. The figure strayed away from the station arriving toward the two then tapped on Vack's shoulder. Vack paused in his tracks shifting toward the much taller and larger figure looming over him as did Calos.

"Sons, how much do you want for it?"

Zurg stared at the creations that he had created, all of them were failures, the spirit of Buzz Lightyear were in none of them. All of these robots just didn't hit the same, their designs were basic, their programming just as basic, all tied to being good, and he wasn't excelling at that, either. The grubs and the brainpods had done their best for his request and then he gathered them for one more request.

"Make me a android Buzz Lightyear." Zurg requested.

"Haven't we done that?" a brainpod asked.

"Differently!" Zurg twirled his hand in emphasis.

"Emperor," The grub cleared his throat. "we mean no disrespect," the grub stepped forward. "it is merely unusual that you're still focused on making a machine version..."

"This time, he must look human!" he picked up a grub then squeezed him like he were a stress toy, squeaking, repeatedly. "And his main mission objective must be having Warp Darkmatter's back and saving people!"

Zurg dropped the grub.

"Yes, sir."

Zurg was going mad before their eyes insisting their one and only topic, instead of conquest, was Buzz Lightyear.

Ipseadan held clusters of small rounded packed between the cliffs. In realty, those giant snowballs were actually cities directly built into the cliffs. A barren snow coated scenery with only the hardy life forms on the surface. The snowy environment was comforting watching the snow trail down toward the surface during notable days, a familiar sight, with familiar noise, watching the maker of noises lured Warp to sleep most nights as he took in more food than for one person, perhaps a dozen, the baby Ipsedans were due any day now, hidden beneath the maternity winter gear that were needed to keep them extra warm during the winters beneath the surface.

Most days, Warp wished he had Buzz. Buzz calling in asking how he were doing and how being 'pregnant' was doing on his form being covered in a dozen bumps that would needed to be surgically removed with care or allow them to burst open and wail, naturally, signalling their first breath into the world. The bumps, after bursting, would need to be treated with ointment and rubbed once a day until it were healed over in approximately ten years. He could live with the scars, reminders that he had stopped delaying and had forgotten largely about it, grieving for a lost partner.

Some Ipsedan's let their body hatch their newborns without medical aid in a hospital but merely on a bed supervised for this very task and built for it and constructed, his body carried additional weight, it didn't help that his chest was wide enough to carry five developing beings and his stomach could carry at best three at most. He can imagine the sound of the younger man's concern easing through the stoic, calm, collected demeanor, caring, that made up for lack of emoting. Some days, he dreamed him delivering packets of dealing with postpartum depression, how to love yourself after body lines from pregnancy appear, how to love yourself after losing a lot of hair from pregnancy, how to love your self after forgetting to take hormones, how to love yourself with your little mr 't' remaining defiantly after detransitioning to be there for unwell loved one's final days, etc.

The last titles, Warp had no clue why he dreamed of that. Perhaps, he had feelings about his body changing against his will and feeling exactly like the butch teenager that went into the academy. It had been Zurg's funds used to get him to transition into a man in the last year of being at the academy, slipping in to the form that Buzz knew him and corrected people, prior to that, that Warp was a male when those who knew him prior were left clueless as they were aware of contrary information that hadn't been updated. The memories were fond. He had been a great friend, the best one, the one he betrayed over and over and over every day.

Was this his way of paying, cosmically, for doing that? Losing Buzz? Warp believed that he were, a cosmic joke, the floor taken from underneath him leaving him falling into the abyss of no agency, no choice, only a dark environment that was unfamiliar and full of fog with tunnels around that looked dark and foreboding after landing with only dimly lit corridor ahead. Warp had finished finalizing the adoption of all dozen children, studying the parents, learning their back stories, some straight out of different academies, some unable to have children, and some didn't want to wait. All prospective parents.

The door to his rented apartment slid open then he stepped forward inside of it and then a loud series of noises came out of no where. Warp took out his laser blast from his coat pocket then proceeded to fire, rapidly, without aim, until the lights were knocked out. After the lights were out, a pair of lights came on in the dark room lighting up the entire room. He lowered the laser blaster down to his side then grimaced.

There was Mira, Buzz, several LGMs, Commander Nebula, Ty, and a handful of Space Rangers that he had came across on Ipseadan that proclaimed earlier to be tourists but were really not in hindsight.

"Congratulations on adoption!" Booster cried,

"Congrats!"

"Oh come on, did nobody tell you that I fire at anyone who surprises me?"

"I did but they wouldn't listen!" Nebula shouted. "I think you got my eye!"

"It was his idea!" Booster pointed at XR.

"No, it was your idea, Booser!" XR argued.

"Arguments later, cake later, let's get him to the hospital wing-oh god, Mira, your ear!"

Emperor Lightyear watched as the figures flee out of the room, leaving only one behind, perfect. One of the perfect reasons why his world was ruined was about to become ruined thoroughly, he remembered Darkmatter, the older man who was interested in business, and business meant having peace, a functioning society, and having right in the world that he could thrive in, which meant being part of the newly made powerful resistance and providing cover, he was part of the survivors, rebuilding their world, fighting against him. Never in a million years did he think the man would appear back on his view and aim a laser blaster in a Space Ranger suited, gold chest, stubborn.

A critical piece in chasing him out, he wooed him, lowered his defenses, then betrayed him for the Space Rangers and chased him out of the world that he had once ruled with a iron thumb. In that short amount of time being away, the emperor had seen his world grow a spine and grow powerful, too powerful, they were a equal match against him, years worth of technology was actively being caught up by Star Command. And he hadn't been prepared because of the young handsome Darkmatter, a street merchant, a defense contractor, a private eye, a person of many things, and the time before emperor Zurg came to his world, a slave.

And now, he could kill the man. Exactly what he wanted. He crept his way toward the apartment, slowly, without a word, lowering his hood, as the door to the apartment began to creep open.

"Stop what you're doing, Emperor Lightyear."

He pause in his tracks, his voice, his own voice, it sounded like it.

"You are going to leave a bloody mess, let's keep it short, turn around, and you'll be escorted back the way that you came. Buzz is going to come in, in approximately one minute and surprise Space Ranger Darkmatter, as a new AI, he is going to make a awkward first meeting, and you and I are going to not be there at all."

He saw a familiar figure coming down the hall heading that's way.

"That's him."

The door stopped opening.

"And instead, he is going to find a man who needs help delivering his newborns to certain people."

"From the future?"

"No, just the second android sent after him to ensure that nothing interferes with this model. You killed the last model last night."

"Ohh. . . yeah, did that, reminded me too much of that goody-two shoe's Emperor Zurg messing up my world."

"And Zurg is willing to send you to a different version of your world to your liking."

"Is that Warp Darkmatter dead?"

"Roasting all the life? That will get lonely. . . and I'm not sure you can take being the only person who exists."

"I had slaves. I was happy. . . and how do you know that!"

"You ranted to the last android and the data was still there, now step back."

"What are you going to do? Cease to exist?"

"Self terminate in the most responsible way plausible."

"Hmph, how are you going to do that? That's wrong, even for a android Lightyear."

"I was programmed to be a hero."

The android Lightyear twirled the emperor toward him with eyes full of rage.

"To destroy the evidence of the last android, I am equipped with a powerful device, Zurg does not want to cause more grief than necessary as he is currently going in,"

"What a little tiny pathetic android, caring, about a human."

"And, I am not really Buzz Lightyear in appearance-"

"Well then-" he stopped, once twirling, spotting eyes full of rage, a long and narrow chin, brown eyes, decorated in freckles, and a thin individual. His voice sounded nothing like Zurg or Buzz, in fact, it were high pitch.

"I was given the legacy designation Ion Lightyear and I will NOT lose Darkmatter in this critical time!"

he yanked off the glove from the emperor's arm.

"You get off this world and never show yourself."

Emperor Buzz held his hands up.

"Alright, you got me."

"Go."

Emperor Buzz stepped back then yanked the laser blaster glove out of the android's arms and shot him straight at the chest. A large explosion rocked the corridor then he got up to his feet and marched for the doorway. The second android caught his hands on to him then shoved him out into the arctic without much thought to himself shoving the emperor down the hill. He crashed against a pillar then looked up, spotting the android creating a long snow spear, why? Snow could not harm him.

Then the android tossed it at his face and he were sent careening down with a high pitch cry. In retrospect, it hurt. The android picked up a long rock and balanced it on the top of his palm then back toward the entrance, weighing the good and the bad, what was the best option? Ensuring the safety of the innocents or going on inside to ensure the innocent were alive and safe?

He typed into his comn, linking in with one of the nearest cabins, overhearing groaning that belonged to Warp Darkmatter, it sounded like delivery noise, he transferred the line to a open line that was on the commander's, there were advantages to being a wireless individual linking in like a parasite to a network and transferring connections freely. With that action taken, it became apparent that Mira would be able to help in ensuring the children be taken to their adopted parents and the wounds treated. He turned toward the figure, observing, the first five sacks were open, being covered, bleeding. Warp was panting, his eyes threatening to close, leaning beside the half way destroyed frame of the wall looking down as his body was rippling with pain.

And now to official business, making sure the damned evil version of his counterpart made it back to Planet Z and back to a world similar to his own, per back up programming. He detected a life form up ahead, familiar groaning, annoying. The individual was delivering and investigating, careless to the life of others-Emperor Lightyear had to be dealt with, hand to hand, until one of them came out victorious or near death, both was quite a option in the careful simulation he played in his processor and likely with the android the victor with a personal cost to subdue the maniac ruining Zurg's plans. Worth the cost? Yes.

Buzz Lightyear turned away then began to make the descent after the emperor as Warp gazed down toward the embankment.

"B. . . Buzz?"

Warp proceeded to fall out but was caught by Booster who arrived first beside him.

"I got you, Warp!" Booster cried.

By the time that Booster looked down, the heroic little android was gone and Warp was unconscious.

a/n evil buzz has warburton's voice.

2nd android buzz has Tim Allen's voice.

3rd android Buzz has someone with that voice I described, surely, there must be a actor like-oh right, I am aware of Tara Strong.

Buzz Lightyear consistantly making sacrifices beyond the grave for those he loves.

If you see a pattern for VA, yes, I think I see it too. :p. idk what kind of pattern.