Zurg tapped his claws together, waiting, with glee, as the cloning pod opened before his optics and the smoke parted-he stopped. His glee faded, as did his mood, observing a small wailing figure with hispanic heritage and bright blue hair stood out to the eye. Almost a blink back to the past over thirty-nine years ago, when it had all began, when Zurg was pressed for time and plans that were in motion, abandoning it in the lab from which he had first laid perspective on. Identical.
"Age it."
"We cannot, we are not that far along in cloning." Was the report by the first brainpod.
"NOT THAT FAR ENOUGH?"
"You wanted him immediately."
Zurg reached into the crib, gently toying with the newborn, his long claw remaining still.
"Age him."
Zurg's voice was soft.
"We can't."
Zurg emulated the sound of a sigh.
"By the time that I return," He shifted toward the brainpods. "You must have some a solution on the drawing board and ready to be acted upon!" then he snapped his claws. "Make me a baby space suit or someone is going to die upon my return!"
"Congratulations, Emperor Zurg!" The brainpods cheered.
"And we are doing this again and again and again UNTIL WE HAVE A BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!"
The baby was set in the crib within the craft, fast asleep, drinking generated breast milk, from a Galactic System of Motherhood. It was a delicate system where women who generated too much breast milk could be able to hand it off to someone else who needed it. A very fortunate thing that wasn't there years ago between several worlds and treaties that allowed this system to get off world and become something incredibly important. The child had Buzz Lightyear's features notably as a infant, a large face, the dark brows, and a set of large cheeks.
Zurg picked up a piece of remote then crushed it and tossed it aside at the painful reminder exiting the chamber. A grub picked it up then tossed into the recycle unit and it came out good as new. The grub came over the resting little infant, peering over from a stool, watching them sleep notably. The creature was fragile and tiny concealed within a small specialized space suit for their well being. The child bore resemblance to human, great ones, the legend as a infant was hard to believe but there it were. The grub reached a small finger toward the infant
Unexpectedly, the grub was picked up tightly then thrown out of the chamber.
"AND STAY OUT!"
The grub shook their head then looked on and stuck their tongue out.
It didn't really make sense, he didn't hear the emperor enter the chamber, how did he know?
The emperor almost seemingly moved through shadows that did not exist appearing out of thin air.
He was far more powerful than thought to be.
The ship arrived without much fanfare with the cloaking devices all set up. It tore through the atmosphere then came to the center of the road, getting in the way of vehicles that crashed against the transport leaving behind dents. Zurg exited the ship carrying the small bundle in his arms wearing a cloaking device. He looked toward the farm house, the familiar garage, the giant tree that had a series of new found companions, united, they were stronger together. Zurg would have smiled if he had a face to express that emotion only allowing himself to feel pleased.
Zurg flew toward the doorway carrying the bundle, gently, in his arms, he came to a abrupt stop in front of the door mat then handed it to the brainpod beside him. His longest serving one that he trusted and known since the very beginning building blocks of his empire. The child was placed in a basket, then Zurg took out a small device, a laser device, then directed the brainpod to do the deed. The infant's face was given a fairly long term scar that made it more notable than what their face looked like, safety precaution, then Zurg fled, humiliated, leaving the front door behind with his arms stretched out in front of him.
Nana stepped out of the apartment then peered down.
"Oh?"
Nana knelt down then picked up the basket, looked both ways, then read the text: Lightyear.
"Lightyear?"
Nana, looked up, her features changing to fear then gazing up, afraid, then it settled to mere amusement.
"What a very strange dish."
Nana turned away from the doorway then walked inside.
"I think I'll call you Quark with that lumpy scar over your brows."
The door closed behind her.
A/N Quark name is from a03 user soulangea, credit given for the name who's a fan of the story.