A/N Thank soulangea a AO3 anon user for getting to me to talk about what happened after 'in his crazed attempt' as that is what it took to make me continue the storyline.

Formerly titled 'Hard kind of mourning' that was a placeholder until a proper title could be fit that I wanted to describe the story in BLOSC kind of words.


The torpedo pod that carried Buzz Lightyear rested in the center of Morph's capital. The Space Rangers had seen the open casket overnight before the rest of the Morphans had started the wake. Warp, Nebula, Ty, Ovus (Space Rangers called him the Roman Buzz Lightyear with blue skin), and Takari the centauri of star command had carried his casket into the capital at eleven forty-five PM, the governmental officials had set up the platform in which the torpedo was set on. It was a heavy one as it were carrying technology keeping the currently unusual light weight corpse preserved.

Warp stood there along the entrance of the capital, alongside Commander Nebula, keeping the corpse well protected for fear of Zurg's unexpected arrival and snatching the corpse for nefarious deeds. He saw children cry, men weep, and women sob, all seeing, the great Buzz Lightyear of Morph being home one last time, they paid little attention to the two Space Rangers beside each side of the wide doorway. To the visitors all over visiting for their mourning, there was no tension. Not a shred of it to be found among the grieving people. It was as if there was the belief that Zurg held a certain respect for the dead to be honored and revered in the times after life ceased to flow.

The guilt laid there deep in Warp. It lurked, it chewed, it feasted, it dug in, deeper, and deeper, all until it were in his heart. He didn't deserve the rank that Star Command have given him in placement of his partner's demise, he was part of his downfall, he was the executioner by way of knocking on the door, he's the one who didn't have Buzz's back, the utter failure of the mission was hard on his mind. Buzz should be here, mourning, for Warp's 'death', having a chance of growing old together doing the one thing they loved making order and chaos.

Warp clenched hand clenching his other hand in the palm. He saw the janitor from Star Command, a tall red being, a giant compared to most people, alongside a small old woman with grayed hair dressed in black complete with a veil enter through the doorway. It was hard to see Nana's face through the thick layer of the veil, her hands wrapped around Booster's thumb, she had chosen him out of all the Space Rangers, to be her guide.

"I love seeing the star cruisers!"

"Even the Junior Space Rangers do on the field trips." Warp said, fondly, after talking the corporal out of applying discipline for Booster. "The look in those little spawns eyes are. . "

"I want to be a space ranger so bad," Booster stressed, earning Warp's alarm.

"Being a Space Ranger is a very life threatening life style, Booster." Warp warned the janitor.

"It's what Space Rangers do." Booster said. "Doing something to change the current situation is better than nothing."

A part of Warp died in that reply, Space Rangers died in accidents, typically, it was rare that one died in the battle against Zurg.

Booster gestured toward the cruisers then picked up the mop from across the room then joined Warp.

"Flying in those ships going out to help people, it's honestly, easily the best part of being a Space Ranger!"

"You'll pass the entrance exam with that dream." Warp agreed. "All you have to do is study the space ran-"

"Space Ranger manual?" Booster took out the book. "Yeah, I am sir-why, I'm studying a page every night! I'm up to section 5 Sub Section beta!" he held up the mop against his chest. "Lightspeed limits, it's not just a good idea, it's the law!"

Warp kept back tears. That was Buzz. All of it. He wrote that bit. And he could easily hear Buzz's voice through those words.

"Booster," Warp started to say before he sighed, lowering his head briefly, delivering what he had meant to say. "Nana Lightyear chose you."

"She chose me?" Booster put his hand on his chest, stunned. "Me?"

"She did." Warp confirmed with a nod as Booster's eyes widened. "I was there in the room."

"Oh geeze, I-it's-" Booster started to sweat visibly before Warp's eyes. "I didn't know Buzz personally like you did."

"She wants somebody to be there with her." Warp pointed back at the giant then linked his hands behind his back with a smirk. "Someone steady." he took a few steps away, thinking back, his shoulders lowering, she had noticed that he wasn't steady, being by her side, his hands twitching, wanting to move, wanting to apologize. "It's a very good personal strength to be giant."

Warp shifted toward the giant.

"Yes, sir." Booster grew stiff, his hand held over his eyes, holding his breath.

"Booster, at ease." Warp ordered then had a sigh. "And make sure to -" he winked back at the giant. "-clean these floors, too." he winked, again, as Booster caught on to the order then proceeded to grin. "Before you leave."

"Will do!" Booster relaxed as Warp turned his back to him then proceeded to walk away. "Thanks, Warp!"

Booster was the sore finger that stood out and make it easy for Zurg to target her in this time of Galactic mourning. She had chosen Booster, of all the Space Rangers, verbally expressing that he were the nicest Space Ranger. Nebula quietly the hour after selection had a discussion with him about being one. The uniform fit Booster's figure after being nicely tailored, the round wide dish, and the large set of boosters on his back to help him lift off, acting as a crowd repel.

Nana arrived to the corpse, stepped on a stepping stool, gently stroking the side of his cheek with affection as her smaller and wrinkly hand trembled. Through the veil, her blue eyes were coated in a layer of moisture that started to roll down her features. Nana retrieved a small badge from her uniform then set it on the badly damaged Space Ranger chassis. A toy Space Ranger badge, antique, from the time of Rocky Jones, one of the early Space Rangers that came from Earth.

The corpse was left the way it had been found, there was no dress up, no padding, nothing to make him appear well and whole. He deserved to be seen the way that he were as he lived; honest, transparent, and the image of good after a fight against evil. There were Junior Space Rangers (in their version of Space Ranger uniform but miniatures for their form) who stared on in sorrow at the corpse, a few of them were numb to the face of death, many cried, some struggled to keep their composure that started to break apart with each step forward turning from still to trembling-Warp knew, they were teary eyed by the time they saw him. It wasn't unusual to hear the occasion wailing.

Among the travelers who came from far and wide was a unusual being, they wore a hood as part of a dark cloak, it wasn't that often to find strangers in cloaks to see the corpse. Zurg was underneath the hood, looking down upon the corpse, determining what could be salvaged to undo the unexpected lost foil and restore things to status quo. The corpse's features were fixed into one facial expression, rest, not the expression that was worn when Zurg first approached the grieving Warp Darkmatter. The survey was quick, his eyes, audio panel, were all dimly lit, then shifted his gaze away motioning away from the torpedo.

Zurg's hands were clenched against the palm, trembling. He zipped out of the capital, threw aside the cloak upon a group of Junior Space Rangers, then went inside of his pod, the emotionally charged capital lingering around him as he seated into the chair then took out a tablet and proceeded to write the report as the small ship flew away from Morph. His brainpods would be able to make something out of the ruined corpse bringing him back in what piece there was after getting their hands on it.

Buzz was a very simple individual.

They could bring back cats, dogs, rabbits, lizards-

Why not a human being who's entire personality was being good?