Warp came to, on the same berth, his arms bound to the table, stripped out of his uniform. He struggled, forcing the metal binds to fall off, then fell down to his knees. He balanced his landing to the ground with one hand then gazed around the room searching for a exit that was apparently right across from him. He looked around searching for his suit only to discover it were no where in the room and instead, he were dressed in the familiar onesie that was gray, as if he had been dressed by someone else. Courtesy of the evil emperor.

Warp smirked, clenching his fist. He could make his escape without needing a space suit, he could hold his breath, escape, five minutes flat. He knew the tower through and through, came in to extract many individuals varying from good to bad on the Buzz Lightyear scale and how it meant a great deal to Star Command that they were rescued for reasons that brought his ire. He hid behind the berth then watched a drone enter the chamber carrying a plate then within moments, the Space Ranger tackled the drone and leaped out through the open doorway ripping off the arm blaster.

He pressed the button that shot down the oncoming series of hornets. He smirked, fleeing for the exit bay, fast as his legs could carry him, seeing his ride just ahead of him waiting along a series of transport vessels quite open and ready to be hijacked. And then, he were stung, electrocuted, from behind, right before he could make it to the shuttle. The Space Ranger collapsed to the ground.

"That's MY ride," Darkmatter said, possessively, then glared down upon the symbolized frame. "and why are you wearing my old uniform?"

Warp heard his own voice, his mind aching, memories scattered, groaning.

"Never mind." Darkmatter dismissed, changing his mind on the whim, shaking a hand. "I don't want to know, got a thing to steal."

Surprise, he could breathe in this environment. Strange. He couldn't before. Which meant. . . He could breathe. Unfortunately, he was restrained by the lasting effects of the weapon used against him which was a combination of electric shocks, electric net, and a sonic boom all neatly packed into one. The Space Ranger rattled his brain, shifting through his memories, searching for any sort of weapon.

"And earn a lot of uni-bucks to earn." Darkmatter said.

A familiar laugh came over him.

"That was a fun exercise for my drones." Zurg's voice loomed over him as the counterpart departed the tower. "In the mood to tell what the anniversary is about now?"

Warp smirked, summoning his inner strength, shifting toward the emperor.

"We both know what happened that day." In the rainfall of pain, Warp found the strength to be strong and defiant and counter the attempted psychological torture as his figure was trembling with the force of the electric weapon still weighing upon him. "You were there." He lowered his head. "So was I."

"I was never there." Zurg knelt down, a glare glinting from his optics, kneeling down then spread out his claws summoning a ball of evil energy. "Unlike you."

Warp screamed, in pain, his head having a bad reaction to the touch of evil, recoiling, hives decorated the side of his features that were being harmed. Zurg withdrew his claw in surprise at the unexpected wounds, his claws clenching against his palm, withdrawing at the groaning figure. Zurg opened his palm looking down toward it then down toward the younger man laid there on the ground.

"Allergic to evil?" Zurg said, then dusted off his shoulder pads. "How unexpected." he folded his arms gazing upon the figure, his voice lost the ham, retaining the evil, perplexed as he tapped on the chin section of his helm contemplating the issue. Evil lingered in the air. "Hornets, take him to the torture chamber."

Two hornets came over to the Space Ranger's side then lifted him up, by both shoulders, the emperor turned away facing the environment of Planet Z.

Warp awoke, again, determined as ever. It hit him full force where he were, what he had discovered, groaning. There was a Buzz Lightyear running around, there was a Warp Darkmatter working as a mercenary, there was a team called Team Lightyear instead of Team Darkmatter. The Ipsedan observed that he were dangling inside a wheel that had electric connections to the binds bouncing off the metal cylinder objects that his arms and legs were in, he had awakened the emperor's curiosity. And it were his fault, entirely, just as it had been for his partner's death.

And he had to get out of here before arising questions, before drawing the attention of figures who had been villains and lost to his team and escaped. The Alpha Quadrant had a hole that had to be dealt with, but how? He admired the well lit aesthetic of the chamber, the dark red walls, the dark gray metal beams, and red floors, everything was red, and radiating with evil. Just as how the Ipsedan remembered the tower that he had visited in his youth before it became something unlike itself. It reeked of far simpler and entertaining times.

The corridors were dimly lit back in the tower these days, circle light beams that glowed red, it was hard to tell the color of the walls, let alone the floor. It was like living in a moody, gritty, action packed Netflix streaming series with high octave space scenes and highly crafted animated creatures. He grimaced, then hung his head, briefly closing his eyes, recalling the Netflix deal two years ago that Star Command had in adapting Buzz Lightyear's famous missions for a streaming series displaying the rise of Star Command through the legendary Space Ranger. And Warp was in it, portrayed by a young Ipsedan, who wanted to understand the character.

"You're working for a shady guy in the very early days." Warp revealed.

The kid was young, reminding Warp of himself, he had a large afro, features different, but it were close enough that it would be hard to distinguish that they weren't brothers. There were subtle differences between them. It was like looking at a younger version of himself, a part of him wished he could tell that younger version everything, to back off Zurg, to prevent Buzz's death, to have his back, or leave the academy to become a mercenary.

"How shady are we talking about?" Coil asked.

"Good, some bad," Warp revealed, vaguely. "mostly good, brings new planets to the alliance. Fought Lightyear from time to time."

"Ohhhh!" Coil's features lit up. "This mysterious benefactor mustn't have a name then."

"And you are in love with him." Warp added. "Buzz Lightyear."

"When?" Coil grew curious.

"When, kid, it's simple, it happened over time." Warp shook his hands. "It started back at the academy like that employment."

The bright eyed Ipsedan had stared at him with admiration.

"Did you quit . . ." Coil asked. "because of him?"

"At the end, for him, I did." Warp said, reluctantly. "They're gonna write the scene and you're gonna be . . . like . . . oh, malewife?"

"OOOooooOOHHHH that pain!" Coil grinned, tapping his fingers together then proceeded to dig out something from his backpack. "I have done my fair share of that in, uh, that, remake, of James Potter where Regulus dies and this time Sirius is well aware of that. I can do a stronger performance of that, sibling love is different from romantic love, and all."

"Why are you taking out a digital notebook?" Warp asked as the younger Ipsedan took out the digital holographic ntoebook. "It's just for three seasons."

"No, sir, it's a long term project," was the reply from the young man who shifted his attention toward Warp. "twenty year contract." Warp's features fell. "Describe," He took out a digital pen. "how it felt, I need reference."

Warp was quiet, looking aside, searching for all those emotions. He found them with some searching, he found the moment, bringing him to silence. He turned his attention upon the young Ipsedan who was quite innocent, who couldn't be told the secret, who had to know the full story, a story that lead to a tragic ending that marked Buzz Lightyear's career and life as a good man.

"Like . . ."

Warp cleared his throat.

"you've lost the love of your life unfairly, the most dearest thing of your life, and it's all your fault. Think like cosmic being is torturing you in space, without a suit, but make it emotional, and you got it."

"Hmm, helpful."

"Yeah."

"Are you going to add to the biography, yet?"

"Still working up the strength to do that."

"Commander Nebula hasn't done it yet, either."

"Have you heard about the others?"

"The civilians, the people inspired by him, taking their sweet time." then Coil grew a big smile and held a hand out. "I am honored to portray you, Ranger Darkmatter."

Warp took the younger man's hand then gave it a shake.

"Excuse me, your cast member is calling me about portraying Buzz."

"You gave me everything needed."

"One more thing."

"One more thing! Jotting it down!"

"You are directly responsible for his death, you arrogantly thought he would make it, he didn't, so you, decide, after finding him, to disavow working for evil and shady people for your entire life. You change, for the better, you are a walking convict, wherever you go, you are in prison, you can't escape it, can't avoid it, can't leave it without damaging Buzz Lightyear's final act as a good man."

Coil paused as he looked up toward him.

"And you have to live with that on your shoulders every day. Can you do that acting?"

The young man stood up, glaring, then pointed at the Space Ranger.

"I'll have a oscar in twenty years and I'll credit you for giving me the most emotionally charged scene. Ever."

Then Coil left.