"What I don't get is why the commander assigned us to oversee the LGM going to a science fair."

"Science is boring."

"Got it right."

"Last time they went on their own, someone died."

The rookies turned around in the source of the voice then stiffened at the graying tall Ipsedan looming over them with folded arms and a deepened scowl upon them donning a well worn Space Ranger suit with the green scratched away on the chassis and the neckline that had once been green was gray.

"Captain Darkmatter," Morgue began to stutter. "w-w-w-w-ww-w-we weren't-nothing-uh-we weren't-"

"When we skimp out on protocol. . ." he looked upon them, ominous, silent for a short lived moment, his fingers clenched against his palms. "Consequences pays, and it pays big."

"Did you skimp out on protocol?" Morgue asked.

The senior ranking Space Ranger looked down upon the two rookies.

"Do you keep your eyes off your partner in the field?" Warp asked.

"Negative." Morgue said.

"Affirmative." Milky said.

"Surrounded by hornets?" Warp asked.

"Affirmative." Milky said.

"Negative." Morgue said.

"That's a really bad line and it's going to kick you in the face," he held his fist up, for display, in front of Milky's nose. "it's going to sting, it's gonna ache, it's gonna be awful, and I'm going to be there the day it happens," he tapped on Milky's chassis. "to see you miserable." he walked on. "Fortunately for you, Oort and Gamma are here to attend the science fair so consider this a favor keeping an eye out on the LGM."

The captain walked away following the direction that the LGM that the two rookies were supposed to be watching.

"Ten years . . ." Morgue said.

"When will he retire?" Milky asked.

"This guy is old as dirt." Morgue turned toward Milky. "Got that weight over his head because old geezer died on his watch and can't get rid of it."

"Awful thing for a Space Ranger." Milky grimaced, sorrowfully, shaking his head.

'We're lucky that Zurg isn't quite interested in us." Morgue said.

"Negative." Milky said as he began to grin. "We're lucky that we haven't been given several missions fighting against Zurg. Would be quite interested in us."

"Why would he be interested in rookies like us?" Morgue asked. "We're the kids who do rescue missions at night, green and gray space suits, night vision goggles and all."

"Because we are really boring." Milky cracked in amusement.

"It ain't bad being boring." Morgue held up a fist then fist bumped.

The two Space Rangers resumed their way through the science fair and admired the inventions, the creatures, the display, with quite not entertained expressions. All the displays paled in comparison to their tense and risk filled duty, against every dangerous factor, against every dangerous environment, against every dangerous weather. Milky yawned, patting his mouth. Morgue stood there with his arms folded at one of the stations as a young Ipsedan woman and a Kalvarian young man was giving a lecture about their shared project. The Kalvarian was shorter than his companion, furry antenna's moving at random, long spikes standing out beneath his elbows.

The Space Rangers napped as the science fair went on around them. A shrill scream drew them awake and ran after the sound of the voice. They came to a pause in front of a big gap where a station had once been and it were outlined by the flattened grass, the shocked observers and children gazing up quite upset.

"We're here!" Morgue announced.

"They took our dad!" Oort cried.

"Who?" Milky asked.

"Doctor Laypin." Legend, a Chlorm, spoke up, between her colleagues Story and Myth. "And her esteemed body guards."

"More so, robots, the lender ones, the old models that Star Command used a decade ago." Myth added. "They left a moment ago after Captain Darkmatter volunteered himself for fun."

"He's going to be okay." Oort said as the two partners exchanged a shocked and equally stunned lance.

"Doctor Yaphan. . ." Morgue began as he looked toward Milky. "She's not easy to find."

"Why would she want him?" Milky asked. "She was let loose from Star Command official business a month ago, it was mutual."

"Taking a Captain seems to say otherwise." Morgue said then turned toward the children. "Hey, kids, do you have a emergency contact?"

"Drilla Garlun." Oort said then broadly smiled. "Dad likes her."

"And your siblings, where are they?" Milky asked.

"They're at Space Scouts Camp." Oort said.

"Alright. . ." Milky began then grinned. "Your dad will be back in. . . whens it over?"

"Five days." Gamma said.

"Five days!" Morgue exclaimed, setting his hands on his hips. "Let's get you to Miss Garlun." then he pointed toward his partner. "And Weight will start investigating!"


Booster set Mira into her bunk after a long day of Space Ranger duties. She slipped on to her side, snoring away. The giant smiled looking upon his colleague then looked toward his companion who was drawing on the tablet a comic regarding the adventures of Ranger XR, there were a notable some being sold over the last few years since XR had begun the project due to popular demand. Booster smiled at his friend who was making it for the kids, approved by Star Command, with some of the messaging quite impressing the giant. The giant came out of the corridor.

"How's the comic going?"

"Going swell!"

"What messaging did you put in this one?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Any slightly idea?"

"Not even a cratering clue."

"That's what you said about the last one."

"I got carried away having fun."

"You told a pretty excellent story in that last comic series." Booster began to say. "I liked how you got it across to kids the perils of being a Space Ranger without sounding condescending or sugar coating it. A fictional version of it, at least. My favorite part is how the Space Ranger Corps came back to dispose of the federation president and how he took the cowardly way out and tried to take Morph with him, too!"

XR's jaw had fallen as he stared at his companion.

"That's . . ." XR began, slowly, righting his jaw. "not . . . meant for kids, partner."

"Then what age group?" Booster looked down upon his friend, concerned.

"Teenagers!" XR exclaimed, throwing his purple hands in the air. "Really oughtta put a warning in there. My agent is gonna hear about this!"

"XR, I saw your last comic in the hands of a Kellogun child, they were entrapped in it, wide eyed, leaning forward, immersed, didn't really notice me putting them aside out of the way." Booster said. "The kid was really entertained."

"When was this?" XR asked.

"Yesterday!" Booster bore a big grin.

"Yesterday?" XR repeated, blinking, staring at his partner. "But, I was being put back together then." he squinted at the giant. "You said nothing of value happened in that day."

"Ah, yeah, I forgot about that." Booster shrugged, sheepishly.

"I forgot to tell you that I saw a kid with a wimpy Mira toy, armor and all, the day before yesterday, and oh, there was a big Booster plushie a few years ago that I had to rescue for a kid from Zurg's latest scheme," XR began to shake his hand as he recalled the event in question. "solo mission." He shook his floating helm. "The kid was really upset about losing her toy."

"There's a big plushy version of me?" Booster was surprised, namely stunned.

"Why do you sound and look so surprised? Star Command approved of Space Ranger Corps toys at its inception."

"I just. . . never really. . . thought about having a toy version of me." Booster confessed. "Being a kid's comfort thing. You know? Really comes at a left field being held in that regard as a Space Ranger."

XR looked up toward his friend with a surprised look in his optics then began to grow a big smile.

"You just gave me a really good comic idea."

Booster looked quite surprised.

"What's it about, XR?" Booster asked.

"About a kid looking up to their hero, wishing to be just like them, kind, strong, and brave, their parents get them a big toy version, being happy to have their hero, it's mainly going to be about the kid's journey to the Galactic Alliance with their toy. Although, I will need to do some reading in the news articles about stories like that and get permission to make said comic."

Booster grew a big grin.

"Can I see the new comic?"

XR nodded then played the comic's audio.


Warp is vaguely aware that he is being restrained, that time is passing, more than an hour for that fact. He is aware that he is heavily drugged, unable to ascertain his environment, to move his limbs, to turn his head, what he can hear is sound. Sound was his greatest asset as a Space Ranger in the last decade. He is aware that the LGM are screaming in pain. Everything is a blur, multi color, there are moving shapes, the sounds of electronic equipment, and a feminine voice filling the air. The pain, itself, is vague. It's a lingering piece that he were alive, that he were a humanoid, that he had a mind, it's soft, it's dulled, it's not quite sharp.

He is aware the pain is coming most prominently from his left arm. He's aware that whatever is going on is traveling up. He's aware something stabbed him in the eye like a prick. He can feel it in his eyes like something is attached to them, digging in, replacing it, the heavy drugs in him are like tree roots keeping him embedded in the ground and motionless, helpless. Tired, drowsy. He knew being helpless lasted for awhile, but he would come out of it one way or another, by sheer mistake, by pure boredom, or by his own will. He is aware that the doctor is doing this for the access codes, it's the most ready thought that makes sense regarding this predicament.

Zurg's torture methods is paling in comparison. He's aware, it's agonizing, that she is doing something to him. Whatever it was, Warp is frightened about what he is becoming. His kids are safe, no one knows where they are, and Zurg is very likely believing he's finally retired quietly without making a blast about it. Warp found some comfort in that. The Space Rangers were going to eventually find him, bring him back home, and then get the ball rolling regarding retirement.

What could he do for the time being?

Smirk upon hearing her frustrated shout.

Her shouts are quite entertaining as Zurg's curses.


It had been a decade since Buzz Lightyear had walked through Star Command. A thorough decade full of failures, with some successes, with reminders of how things had once been for his promising resistance. He walked through the corridors that were full of laughter, rangers conferring with one another, and LGM. It felt strange to be in this familiar environment where a few corridors were full of Space Rangers instead of incredible emptiness.

Star Command, the days after returning to it, to find wreckage that could be salvaged with Ty had been painful. He had withdrawn from that mission a full minute and returned to the Star Cruiser and manned the bridge. It's where everything started to go down the wrong way in terms of command, his mind biased by personal opinion, old information, with the mind of someone used to a different era. He hadn't prepared himself for a day like this.

No one prepared him for a day like this, standing in silence, on the bridge, as there are stations manned by Space Rangers. He could blink it all away replacing it with a destroyed window, removed computers, computers that were destroyed, and floor paneling that were wrecked. He walked into the room then the door closed behind him as he approached the figure standing in front of a computer alongside a crowd of Space Scouts surrounding him.

"And this computer has a very thorough scanner."

He flashed back to Ty coming in with the scanners that had survived the attack.

"I got scanners!"

Buzz remembered being so optimistic, bright, grinning, and craters, he had been too hopeful then.

"Can you put it into an old computer?" Quark asked.

"Nah, quite impossible, it wouldn't work, even if it did, it wouldn't be as great as it had."

"Oooohh." the children said.

"What if it was hooked up into a newer computer?"

"Depends what company made it, it's compatibility depends on that."

Buzz was pained as he remembered Ty coming back with equipment, and they didn't work with the big scanner, the equipment was still useful ten years on for being used as a improvised medical bed.

"And the big phones?"

"They like Doom, they can work with anything, they've built to last and adjust to whatever power outlets are around with sensors built into their smart cords."

"What if there was an explosion?"

"It depends how severe the explosion is." Buzz spoke up.

He was fortunate to be in the suit that nana ordered for him as he drew attention to him. He was using his other voice, the one that he had practiced the last five years, that was different compared to his usual one, sounded completely natural, passed by Zurg hundreds of times pretending to be someone that he were not in order to rescue a asset or a Space Ranger from certain doom. The one that kept the resistance running, changing code words every month, the way that he spoke was entirely different in his off duty life; part of a persona that had been built.

An individual weighed down by sorrow, shame, humiliation, and defeat. Buzz let how he felt by the inside pour out with that sadness refined into a alter ego, Buzz Lightyear became that alter ego, and the acting-as-commander became the mask that he wore for the sake of others. This time, he changed the alter ego's voice to be full of fondness and an entirely different voice in the way he talked.

"Otherwise, they're are Terminator." he walked with a limp approaching the crowd with his hands in fists as he smiled. "They keep running, and running, and running," he stretched his arms out, making a silly face, frightening the space scouts. "In contrast to scanner models like that, now, they are very delicate things."

Buzz twirled his finger in a circle with a smirk.

"Those phones, they can, if needed to be an emergency group chat, they can provide that all stacked together." he looked toward the phone then patted on the roof, nostalgically. That lifetime felt real, even after weeks being parted from it, a century ago, a entirely different era, feelings that belonged to the successful overthrow of Zurg, that hadn't been done far as he were concerned. "Me and my pals did that many times in refining them as part of a simulation, they're good to last forever as long as they are treated right and they'll treat you well."

The space scout's jaws dropped.

"They don't take being hit well." Buzz finished.

"Oooohhhh." The Space Scouts said at once.

"What happened to your leg?" Hoichi asked.

He flashed back to the moment where he suffered the most hefty defeat. The Evil Emperor chasing him, carrying a grub in his arms then the facility behind him blowing up, letting go, and falling as a hornet caught the dissent. He remembered crashing to a ledge, breaking his leg, it had been unexpected coming across the grub, breaking his right arm in the process, and perhaps some of his ribs. His ribs ached for weeks after the incident. He had looked pathetic, as the Evil Emperor dressed him down, insulting him, mocking him, shattering both of the Space Ranger's hands with his rocket boots and burning them severely. He remembered losing his dignity with a scream. He remembered how the Evil Emperor relished in it, laughing, pointing at him, gleeful.

He remembered the fresh pain on his mind. He remembered that his jaw had some trauma as well. He didn't recall pain from his left arm, he wasn't quite sure, Doctor Van Burans and her team said nothing about his arms condition, he could still fire his wrist laser, he could still do average things with his hands, was that where his back became bad? He wasn't aware that his back became bad, he stood tall the last decade. Just when did he have the back trauma, exactly? Of all the missions that he had in the last decade, he could count the losses and his success from the back of his hands.

It was a very bad fall that forever changed everything in the way that everything was perceived, not as bright, but dark, moody, and dulling, the golden era had ended and the era of darkness had officially began for there for Buzz Lightyear. He remembered being there for hours, sulking, unable to move in pain, being found sometime later by Raptor Chill and taken back to Star Command's temporary base.

"Had a really bad fall running from a mountain beast." Was all Buzz said. "Shuttle crash landed, only survivor. Got found by a hiker and nursed back to health."

"Alright kids, Ranger Raptor Chill will handle the rest of the tour guide from Star Command." Nebula said. "As scheduled by your scout leader Kore Chill."

"Come on, boys, girls, and otherwise genderless beings." Buzz shifted toward Raptor Chill, confused, he recalled that Space Ranger had left. Sick and tired of the fighting for years, taking off his plague, abandoning the Space Ranger Corps, leaving his uniform behind, and his partner Entry Burn. Buzz remembered it, it had been one of many sad days where the cadets who couldn't take it thinned out leaving out those who were willing to fight until their last breath for freedom, for a life that they had known once, to do something to help make things better than what they had before. "This way."

Chari looked toward Buzz, squinting, tilting her head.

"You look like my brother, sir." Chari noted.

Buzz looked down toward the young girl.

"Hmm?" Buzz lifted his brows with a hum then toward the boy, had to be twelve, alongside her. There was some shared resemblance between the two that was vague in the eyebrows and their chins were the notable parts that made vague not count. "Can't see it."

Quark took Chari by the elbow then smiled, politely.

"Bye, sir." Quark trotted away with a salute.

"Their nana had some facial surgeries for them over the last few years, bad case of being clones, had their input, except for Quark, he likes what he looks like. Not sure all that time and patience is going to pay off, it was risky, doing it, and all."

"Who made them?" Buzz asked.

"That's classified." he turned toward the captain. "What brings a space civilian here?"

"Milky Weight to Star Command."

"Star Command here."

"Darkmatter was kidnapped-oh? What? You can't find those three? Oh, they were also taken by the doctor? Well shit. Anyway, we lost them three days ago."

"How did you lose three LITTLE GREEN MEN? THAT WAS YOUR MISSION!"

"We took our eyes off them."

"Any leads so far?"

"Doctor Laypin took them."

"Return to Star Command and take three LGM with you and find them!"

"Sir-"

"Did I stutter?"

"That's not our kind of mission. That's high priority!"

"It's a rescue mission. It is."

"We won't fail you."

"Make that promise to his kids."

"We'll find him."

"Good. NOW GET! Nebula out." The commander closed his comn then turned toward Buzz. "You must be part of the 'spend a day with a Space Ranger' program. Tell those three LGM over there to go to the Star Cruiser bay and to go with Milky Weight, Morgue Blast, observe their field work. You'll have a nice article for The Times to report."

Nebula walked away leaving Buzz Lightyear behind. And he had no choice, but to follow those orders. He had been given orders by a superior officer.


"The access codes, cyclops."

"NEVER!"

"Being beaten, stoned, frozen, boiled, electrocuted-"

"We-"

"ARE-"

"STAR-"

"COMMAND-"

"PERSONNEL!"

They sounded proud of themselves saying that. Cute. Doctor Laypin had enough.

"Then we are done here." Laypin said as she looked down with a scowl upon the scarred and defiant little green alien men.

The order was given to stop torturing them and leave them in the tiny cell that was playing Baby Shark. A fitting punishment for the good doers refusal to ease their suffering in exchange for their wellbeing. Laypin was unable to hear the little green men singing along to it getting the song stuck in their heads as they enjoyed the song. It was one of the nicer songs that she opted to play since capturing them. She had a laugh at them, their resilience, their courage, their loyalty to Star Command unwavering.

In the last three days, she laughed at them. The LGM were so unique, so intelligent, yet lacking in self preservation that made their counterparts the grubs far admirable and useful, they were villainous goons! Turning on each other when it suited them, clinging to hope that this desperation to be out of Zurg's thumb and attention off would lead to a window of opportunity for escape.

"Since the LGM won't divulge the information..." Laypin began as she strolled past the cell over the groans of the little green men. "it's time that the Space Ranger assimilated book be opened."


Morgue piloted the Star Cruiser to a nearby planet that was off the well traveled path, it were a mostly abandoned planet with wild life taking over the environment, ancient relics that had once been part of every day life, pieces of transport littering the machinery in the sandy environment spotted throughout many valleys peeking out among the dirt, with signs sticking out half buried. Morgue was enjoying the nice warm air brushing against his face with his hands on his hips and a broad grin. Being in his natural environment brought out the alertness from the rookie.

Their new found companion, Buzz Lightyear was knelt down holding a old wimpy doll. He was seated there, looking for signs of identification, finding it in the form of the black boot that read 'Raj' in super glued magnets which still remained remained even after the civilization that had lived here had abandoned it suddenly. It was a wimpy police officer toy. The golden badge on the right side reads 'Constable', decorated by a black belt around the waist, and silver bands along the right sleeve. Milky found it eerie regarding, wondering, to himself, what had happened here? Was it still there? The thing that forced civilization off this world? The danger was long gone and by the looks of it, the danger had to be present and terrifying enough that they left things behind as he picked up a locket. With care, it was opened. It was a attractive young woman smiling with her hair stylized, batting her eyelashes, shoulders, wearing a necklace. He looked at the lid; my beloved, Shera.

He closed the lid. He dropped the item, noting to himself, to send the coordinates to the largest archaeological group to dig up the civilization and do some investigating. They were good at what they did, with LGM helping in investigating areas that most people didn't go due to the risk of reacting terribly in fright. The LGM are very curious and strange little creatures that took a lot to terrify which is what made them excellent assets within and out of the Galactic Alliance. Buzz looked upon the toy with fondness feeling the small bat in the holster, the police helmet with the black string underneath the chin of the toy, the gray buttons, and the yellow police badge on the dark blue jacket. He set the toy along the edge of the building then walked away as the two rookies were gazing in directions that the LGM weren't gazing in.

"Can't believe we missed this planet."

"It's a big ol' blind spot on the Galactic Alliance."

"But not to the LGM."

"Who is going out on a field trip."

"Are you coming, Rangers?" Buzz turned toward them. "The LGM are important personnel, they require constant surveillance outside of Star Command."

"Negative, sir, places like these have little threats, sometimes, they do this a thing a lot, and come back with weird stuff." Morgue shook his hand then set his hands on his ships.

"We haven't caught your name." Milky said as he folded his arms.

"Sportstar." Buzz said then forced a grin out. "Reporter for The Times."

"We're looking in the nearest abandoned warehouse, Mr Sportstar." Milky walked off as he started to laugh. "business building, and school building, can hold a hostage there."

"Obvious places to hold someone captive in and torture." Morgue added.

"We've saved people from alien nesting grounds, alien labs, alien reteaching centers, alien bases, etc,"

"And tall rocky towers where survivors cling to!"

"Or ship wrecks standing out against the raging sea!"

"Or drifting yachts!"

"Or damaged cruise liners!"

"Or dislodged large bird nests!"

"Or floating pieces of logs!"

"Trucks, vans, canoes, you name it, volcanic eruptions, stampede, hurricane-" Milky snapped his fingers. "We've gotten people from that."

"What about from Zurg?" Buzz asked

"Zurg?" Milky repeated, chuckling, then folded his arms. "We haven't rescued anyone from him."

"We have retrieved people from people like Evil Emperor Zurg, too." Then Morgue added. "He's like this evasive house fly around us that refuses to enter our social life."

"It's pretty funny the way that things have been going." Milky agreed with a nod as did Morgue. "Faced him in my cadet days."

"I can see why he's avoiding you." Buzz noted, bemused. "You're more suited for exploring and finding people and that's a awful combination for people who would rather sacrifice their lives for those people instead of fighting."

"Yes, sir." Morgue bore a big grin as Milky lifted a brow. "What kind of person would you be when coming across that guy, Sportstar?"

Buzz looked toward the LGM then proceeded to follow them as he turned around and had his back to the two rookies.

"I would be the guy who advises how to defeat him in the short term and escape!" Buzz called back.

The two Space Rangers exchanged a glance then went the other way.


Warp is aware that he has been weaned off whatever has been numbing the pain. It gradually grows with each passing moment until the pain is everywhere, he has to cry, it hurts that much. He doesn't know how pale that he looks, how his articles of clothing have been replaced by a film of machinery that's ingrained in every part of him. He's aware that things are different about him, he can see dark shapes around his eyes that stand out, shaped quite circular, his vision becomes enhanced replaced by a green theme instead of seeing a assortment of colors that belongs to a lair. Warp is frightened. His eyes feel substantially different. Something is in his head, multiple things, things that don't feel and alien.

He's aware that Doctor Laypin is more dangerous than before, she's invented something that can doom the Galactic Alliance, that knowledge has to be destroyed to prevent things from getting out of hand, and he's terrified. He's scared that it'll get off this world, he's scared of what it could unravel, he's aware, his mind working, being sneaky, with what's embedded in his head, sorting through files, searching if she has done this to others. He does this with a simple computer scan under the ruse of searching for a virus. A few moments later, it turns out, he's the test subject. Hence the science fair. Warp can cry but he cannot let out the scream.

Warp notices a familiar face among the equipment, peeking down, watching from the upper floor. A Buzz Lightyear look alike, again, one of those civilians who he envied.

"It's very lucky that my first Space Ranger to assimilate into a new form of machine and individuality is in the need to know circle."

Laypin walked around him as she traced her fingers along the side of his shoulder then toward the back of the machine, to the right side shoulder, and finally on his chest.

"How very unfortunate for you, though."

Laypin came in front of him as the figure stepped back, stunned, shocked, horrified.

"It's amazing that you, you, chose this. Voluntary."

It was that or one of his kids. He could tell, how interested, how excited, how intrigued they were, wanting to participate in a show off when looking down. He could deal with this, they couldn't. They were still kids.

"You must regret it."

He couldn't see the figure anymore. That was a first seeing one act that way. But either way, that meant Space Rangers were on their way.

"So dearly."

Through the wall of pain, he summoned a small smirk.

"Oh? What's funny?"

And there was a big sigh that he wanted to let out but couldn't.

"You don't regret it."

He had a chuckle.

"In a few short moments, it'll be a regret."

She approached the keyboard then typed into it and gazed up toward the screen. She bore a grin as his smirk grew, watching her, as her grin faded into a grimace then her brows furrow, her fingers clenched on the side of the dashboard. Each request to access his personal memories were denied, fiercely, fighting back, fighting through the pain. His sheer will power battling over the mechanical orders of the machine restraining him in place lacking the restraints as before. He couldn't feel the restraints as before, he remembered them clasping around his joints, his neck, his knees, elbows, restraining him. He remembered laughing it off, easing the kids, easing the uncertainty. This time, he started to laugh in certainty, genuine, loud, and chaotic, as Laypin turned in the direction of the Space Ranger with her hands in fists. He intended to lack regrets once his career as a Space Ranger was over with.

He is met by electrocution. Help is on the way, he reminded himself. Warp is grimacing, his teeth pressed together, jaw clenched. He can feel his right arm, he can't feel his left arm, he can't feel his legs, it's as if the machine that he is connected to has claimed it. She does it over and over and over, it's torture, attempting to knock him out, he remains awake, his head aches, he hates the changes, he doesn't look like himself, Warp is unaware. He is the sculptor of his body, of his body, of his soul, and a machine wasn't going to take that from him. He fights, and fights, and fights against the intrusive attempt around his firewall to get into his head. No, he was a Space Ranger. Space Rangers never divulged classified material, they never handed over weapons to the enemy of the Galactic Alliance, they never hand over insider knowledge to evil doers unless it is in the best interest of the Galactic Alliance and for Star Command's.

Warp still laughs in face of the torture. It is not meant to last. Warp is very sure that he is freaking out Laypin and annoying her. He hears the loud wail echo through the room as she turns around then turned toward him sporting a scowl, presses a series of buttons, slides up a bar, then grows a far more demented look on her face. He is aware that Doctor Laypin has done something to him, it's horrific, his vision becomes replaced by a sniper target, there's a sharp pain coming from somewhere in his brain, like something has shoved in and connected, taking over motor functions, he can feel something clenching the side of his cheek. He can't see how he lost hair, nor his chin hair, nor how he lacks eyebrows, he can't see the cords connected to different parts. He can't see how his left arm has become a mix of machine, of Ipsedan, of Space Ranger grade, the change was drastic, almost like the suit itself had been infected and being assimilated.

He has control of one arm. Turn a negative into a positive, Buzz's entry in the training manual read. Oh, he was going to ruin her day. His laughter fades away. He yanks out the device in his eye socket and throws it out as the sound of laser fire enters the chamber. His eye hurts and he can't move, he has wasted energy on the task, and he is weak. There is laser fire exchanged, it's Milky, Morgue is no where to be seen, it's like deja vu.

"Destroy that Space Ranger, Layers!" Laypin ordered.

"Eat this, old robots!" Milky called out then fired on the berth that the captain was set upon. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah-" he turned on his wings and flew overhead. "-woooohooo!"

The Space Ranger fell out of the berth landing to the ground face first knocking off the second growing appendage around his eye, it's sore, it aches, he's got a scrape around his eye.

"You'll pay for this, Ranger!" Laypin ordered.

"Do you see me getting hurt, doctor?" Milky was so damn cocky then cast a look upon her with a laugh. "Eh?"

"Shoot him down!" Laypin shouted.

"Nah nah nah nah," Milky swung back and forth, sticking his tongue out, making a noise. "you can't catch me!"

Milky Weight flew off drawing Laypin's full attention then the bots flew after the Space Ranger. Morgue had, most likely, at this point rescued the LGM.

"If your rescuer can't be shot down, then the satisfaction that can be had is blowing you up, Captain Darkmatter." Laypin seethed in her anger, calmly, yet conveying how she was taking delight as she looked at him, deviously. "Enjoy the fireworks." She smirked. "Oh, and that arm, unfortunately, you'll be attacking the next ranger who comes this way."

Laypin picks up a omni blaster then runs in the direction that Milky has gone and Darkmatter is left alone. He struggled to lift himself up using his arm. He hears a jet pack exhaust above his head as the lair begins to destroy itself. Morgue landed behind him then began run toward him.

"Captain!"

He can't even speak as the rookie lifts him up and the machine that controls his arm fired at the rookie knocking him back with a scream. The rookie gets up to his feet looking on in horror as Darkmatter is lifted up as the computer is working. He grabs the arm, struggling to remove it, the other eye fixating toward the rookie, then aiming, and firing. Morgue dodges the blast as the walls are exploding, every piece of the equipment. The arm is too far gone, it's too mechanical. It won't obey his commands, but it could obey the commands of the computer planted in his head. He is helpless as Morgue is dodging the attacks, hiding behind the machine, terrified, smoke is arising out of the chamber. Darkmatter is freaked out and it's not deja vu anymore, in fact it's his worst nightmare crawling out of sleep into the living daylight.

"I know you're in there, captain!"

Morgue was reluctant to fire back at him.

"You can fight this!"

The rookie leaped out of the way as the machine that was being used as shelter self-destructed.

"I know you can do something about it!" Morgue hid behind a pillar as the machine fired then he looked toward the captain. "You're Warp Darkmatter!"

The wall behind Morgue exploded knocking the ranger to the ground with a cry and debris fell upon him. The Ranger approached the rookie then aimed his thick blaster at him, his weapon powering up, terrifying the rookie then abruptly, slid his hand beneath the blaster missing the target aiming at the wall. Morgue opened his eyes looking toward the direction of the Space Ranger summoning himself back to the center of the chamber. Morgue grimaced then dragged himself out, turned his wings on, looking toward the target across from him.

"Go!" Darkmatter was able to get out.

Morgue could see that he wasn't capable of rescuing yet it was stunning, shocking, being there, losing a rescue, the partner of a had been legend, dying on his watch.

"I said, GO!"

Morgue couldn't move. Darkmatter lifted the blaster up using his other hand changing the aiming and moved it to the side of the head that was decorated in gadgets and fell to the ground. A short while later, the lair was violently exploding so Morgue snapped out of it. He flew out of the base then looked down as a ring of smoke drifted out of the base. He turned away then gazed down toward the landscape ahead. Morgue spotted the small crowd and gazed beyond Milky's figure spotting Doctor Laypin cuffed, with the reporter beside her and the six LGM were clung together in a group. Morgue flew after them then landed to the ground charging after the doctor, his hands in fists, while Laypin stood there laughing, and laughing, and laughing. Morgue swung his left hand and knocked her down on to the grounding landing on her back first then flipping over with a groan. Buzz stepped back in alarm then looked toward Morgue. Milky looked toward Morgue's side then began to run toward the lair turning on his wings then turned on his jet pack while Morgue was flinging his hand.

Milky flew into the lair then landed to his feet and turned off his jet pack. He searched through the wreckage then saw a twitching hand with strange modifications that were noted on the finger tips that looked more metal than Ipsedan. The Space Ranger relaxed, bearing a grin, then threw the junk aside until finding it were Warp's severed left arm. Milky dropped the arm then stepped back with a scream, horrified, looking around. He swallowed the terror then searched through the wreckage or the senior officer tossing pieces of machine, of rock, of junk over his shoulder until coming to a halt hearing the sound of distant groaning

"Weight to Blast."

"He's dead."

"I need some help lifting him to the cruiser." Milky said.

"Moving his corpse isn't worth our time!" Morgue said, exasperated. "We got a criminal to put into a cell," he pointed back toward the restrained woman. "someone no one has ever done in six years!"

"He's alive!" Milky announced.

"Reporter, keep an eye on Doctor Laypin and the LGM, thanks, bye, be right there!"


Buzz watched as the young man turned on his jet pack and flew back the way that he had come then looked over in the direction of the doctor. He hadn't seen her this young before, full of youth radiating from her skin, in her eyes, in her strange hair that looked electrified, large pointy ears, with horns that grew from the eyebrows. Fighting day in and day out against Zurg, instead of trying to defeat Star Command, had left it's mark on the doctor that he had known. Doctor Laypin was better here, better spirits, happier, but she didn't know of it. He hoped that Laypin wouldn't learn how good she had it here under any possible circumstances. He wished, that she enjoyed life to its fullest as she were. And hoped that she would continue that way.

Her style was different here, armored, bright themed, wearing a space suit that was damaged, and her puffy rounded tail that normally stood out wasn't one standing out along her side but instead it were blocked by armor. He remembered how she appeared to be older, her horns chipped and worn, bearing a eyebrow patch, her style made of dark and dulled colors for her uniforms and how he would normally find her wearing a hood when they met in private, their voices different then, discussing on things they did get along on when it came to the resistance. He made it a point in Star Command several years ago that they not start something with her that couldn't be stopped, namely her invention to upgrade people in the fight against the Evil Emperor for when he was out of chain of command.

"Reminding you of someone?" Laypin glared back at him.

Negative. She didn't. The traces of the person that he knew weren't there, only a stranger. Buzz shook his head in disappointment, he had hoped against chance what she told him wouldn't be true of how things could have been if Zurg hadn't won, and it were true.

"We've met, once." Buzz admitted.

"Was it at a theater?" Laypin asked. "Passed each other down a street?"

"Somewhere like that." Buzz confessed then she laughed, loudly, at him.

"How must it feel to report on this, delighting you, on another good thing happening to Captain Darkmatter."

"Ma'am, there are things that are worse that can happen and being able to report good things, against the dark, against evil, against chaos, it's . . ." he shook his head, briefly closing his eyes, clenching his hands then opened his hands up with a shrug. "You wouldn't understand how it is for a Space Ranger's life style full of calculated risk, danger over the head, disappoints, the bitter failures, losing, and the chance of being successful, that everything is going to be fine at the end of the day, it's what we-they all want, to come out of a mission with some substance of good in their hands."

He set a hand on her shoulder.

"There's a world out there where you want to see Space Rangers winning, and you don't see that happen often, it's a annoyance seeing them lose again, it's a world where you nag with them to work with you, pleading, begging, but, that choice not to cooperate in hindsight that doesn't turn Space Rangers into freaks of nature."

"Sometimes, personal sacrifice, is absolutely necessary." was her reply.

Laypin said that once to him. He remembered his reply to her then, he stuck to it, it's what kept him clinging to the shred of hope, it's what Nebula would have done in his shoes.

"But not at the cost of the Space Ranger Corps." Buzz said.

Buzz turned away squeezing his eyes shut then took a few steps way in the silence between them and lifted his head up spotting a Space Ranger coming back.

"Researching for a hypothetical article?" Laypin asked.

"Old article." Buzz said then turned toward her tapping along his temple and smiled. "Still got it."

"We're ready to go!" Morgue came to a halt in front of them.

Buzz walked on ahead following the little green men as Milky joined his partner's side. The Space Ranger climbed up the ladder into the ship followed by the LGM that climbed without much trouble aboard. The Space Ranger went to the medical bay that was built into every Star Cruiser. He arrived into the chamber where the Space Ranger was fast asleep lacking his arm. His arm was set in a very large and wide ice box, his large socket lacking an arm had been treated for the short term, his head was freshly covered in scuff marks, scrapes, cuts, and a developing black eye. His armor showed signs of damage from the explosion.

Buzz stepped forward, there were scars, of where the equipment had once been decorating his head, with only signs of burn marks along the right side of his face from being in a explosion with his canopy off. Buzz slowly approached the Space Ranger. It was strange to see him fast asleep, not being the animated individual that he was, unnatural. Buzz looked over spotting pieces of cords sticking out from the side of Warp's head then grasped them and gently tugged them out, piece by piece, setting them on to the counter taking out small boxes. The equipment showed substantial damage, a clear destructive shot, they weren't quite operational as they had been coated in dark blue blood. Buzz grimaced, pinching his nose, setting them aside. The LGM arrived to the medical room joining the Space Ranger. He handed the box to the LGM that surveyed the contents then ooohed and aahed.

"Mother board was destroyed." The LGM said.

Buzz looked toward the head then back toward them.

"What about the brain?" Buzz asked.

The LGM looked toward Warp then back and smiled, peacefully, content, it's one of the things that Buzz missed about them, that friendly demeanor and those big three eyes holding innocence instead of glowing red. He remembered, letting go of the LGM upon realizing they were risky assets. It was a day that he had to turn away and walk away, breaking his own heart, and their heart as well. He parted them with advice to find somewhere safe, his shelter would only bring them trouble and it was going to be very rough on them with Space Rangers who lost faith in them. He never saw them again after that day and he never did quite forgive himself for doing that to them even knowing they survived the attack on Star Command. A piece of him died that day after telling them.

"He'll be fine."

Buzz looked toward Warp.

"We had that kind of problem."

"A long time ago,"

"With a nearby civilization,"

"We had to take care of it for them, they came to us,"

"Pleading, desperate, requesting to be killed, they were hanging on too hard to do that. We advised them to kill the mother board."

"The mother board absorbed the damage to protect the host."

Buzz looked toward the LGM. They were logical, unusual, and innocent creatures. Endearing ones that he trusted and liked. It's why it was inwardly emotional seeing them as Star Command personnel again.

"Is he going to be okay?" Buzz asked.

The LGM sported a big grin of their own, identical to the other, beaming. He had some faith those six were okay making the best out of a horrible situation.

"Aaaa oookaay."

One of the LGM opened the ice box.

"We can make a prosthetic arm, and remove the equipment that hasn't been removed yet."

Buzz looked toward his companion then took Warp's right hand and gave it a squeeze as the LGM scanned his head with available medical equipment then exchanged a smile with one another. Buzz wrapped his other hand around Warp's remaining hand so that both hands were clenching the Space Ranger's hand. He didn't look that well. Needed a new eye, his other eye was still there but needed treatment along the swelling around it from the event that had gone through. Buzz allowed himself to smile upon his old friend who was hanging on. Warp was fine, resting.

It felt nice to hold his hand, this time it weren't to save his own skin, stop him from intervening in a desperate bid to stop Zurg's conquest with the Rangers, shoving false information for the next whereabouts of Space Academy Camp would be located, handing him something that had been a hassle in which Zurg or someone who employed the mercenary had wanted in a moment of frustration and storming away turning his back to him as the distance between them greater and great with each meeting over the last five years. And he liked holding Warp's hand.

Unexpectedly, Warp groaned, his eye struggling to open, staring off in the direction of Buzz, squinting. Surprised, unexpected, a complete stranger holding his good hand. There was a flicker of recognition followed by confusion, weak, tired. It felt so real. A dream. His mind came to the most likely answer. And he smiled. A simple fantasy pretending what wasn't happening with an aching head and a desire for more comforting faces around him.

"B-b-b-Buddy." It tore Buzz's heart in two hearing Warp sounding this affectionate. Warp may as well have said, "I love you." to the ghost of Buzz Lightyear.

Warp passed out as his hand in Buzz's hand went slack. Buzz stood there until the ship made it to Star Command, the rookies came in, then lifted the Space Ranger off the table and escorted him out of the chamber to the nearest elevator with the LGM around their feet with him among the crowd. The elevator came to a pause at the bottom of the ship then the door slid open. Milky and Morgue guided the older Space Ranger out of the elevator and directed out of the Star Cruiser bay.


Buzz returned to the house, stripped out of the space suit, then put it inside the box, carried his Space Ranger suit out, then kicked the box into the closet. He opened the suit up then slipped into it from the back, searched the room, until he found the necessity that had been the only thing that hadn't been lost in the last decade. He opened his chassis compartment then tossed the cowboy in and descended down the steps of the house. He found a crystallic fusion crystal waiting for him on the counter then dislodged the jet pack, set it on the counter, removed pieces of the jet pack with care until the crystallic fusion crystal that had been there was revealed. It wasn't in any good shape after being pushed for the last decade with no replacements and being significantly strained. He saw a meat loaf on the counter with a holographic tablet reading: Lunch. :) Going out on an explorer retreat with some friends. Terra Lightyear.

He packed the meat loaf into his chassis then traded the crystals. He hooked the jet pack in then set the crystal on the tablet and a new message reading thanks on the tablet. He turned on his wings, pressed the purple button on his canopy, then turned on his jet pack, and soared off into the sky with recharged lasers. He flew on with some finality in what would happen next, figuring out words to say in the right order knowing what would happen afterwards, having difficulty convincing the resistance that he were himself, and prevailing in getting them all ready to continue the fight without him. He had confidence in them that they would find their way in the battle against Evil Emperor Zurg with trial and error, and significant losses. He had faith they were regrouping, reconsidering their leadership, scared, full of anxiety, taking one step forward into the dark with only their heavily scavenged and built-out-of-critical-need-to-reverse-engineering-Space-Ranger-Corps suits as their light that glowed in the dark.

Buzz arrived at Planet Z with ease. He evaded the hornets, the grubs, moving with stealth that had aided him in the last decade. He tripped and fell landing down to his knees then looked over with a sprained ankle toward the source. It was a toy Buzz Lightyear with a blaster and a blue shield. He glared down at the Space Ranger then picked him up with sincere scorn, and he absolutely hated him, for how he had those first five years, and now, he had hurt him, yet again. He chucked the toy a distance away where it hit a nearby grub who cried out in pain. Buzz lifted himself up to his feet then flew on as the grub glared at the toy. The Space Ranger found the Evil Emperor exiting a chamber that was the prison cell as he were in the middle of laughing, evil. The Space Ranger came to a halt then lowered himself close to the ground.

"You win, Zurg."

"What did you just say?" Zurg whipped toward him in alarm toward the Space Ranger, his optics glowing brightly.

"I said. . ." The Space Ranger began, defeated, stunning the Evil Emperor. "you win."

"Win. . ." Zurg asked, concerned. "what exactly?

"Your scheme." Buzz replied, lifting his brows if only momentarily then squinted at him.

"What scheme?" Zurg loomed over the Space Ranger, tapping his claws together, confused.

"Planting Warp in Star Command and destroying it from the inside out?" Buzz replied, equally as confused.

The Evil Emperor's optics lost the confusion then gained rage that could destroy an entire civilization then it became a insulted look.

"Pheessaaah, that's cheating!" Zurg laughed it off, setting his hand on his hip. "And goes against the rules about being evil."

"What do you do most of the time?" Buzz asked.

"Ponder evil schemes, go out on dates, play games, watch movies at the theater, sight see, go to galas, go to the oscars, go to the emmys, steal things, what being evil on the off time is made of."

"How about we make a deal. . . Send me back to my universe of origin for one day, and I'll return, then never go back there."

"This feels like a trick." Zurg commented.

"No trick." Buzz shook his head, stern.

"You're Buzz Lightyear," Zurg pointed back at the Space Ranger. "it has to be!"

The Space Ranger could only laugh at the Evil Emperor's commentary.

"The man that you knew a long time ago died and so did the men that I used to know," he pointed back at himself then toward the Evil Emperor. "Your Buzz Lightyear strikes me as the man who wouldn't make mistakes like I did; did some investigating. It seems pretty obvious he would be well in tune with my world and naturally dealt with it better than I did." Buzz stretched his arms out then lowered them. "This world is very appealing."

"Oh, Buzz Lightyear. . ." Zurg covered his audio synthesizer, in pity. "I . . . I . . I never imagined a world like that."

"Me neither." Buzz closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, tightly. "One day is all I need."

"You're older than I remembered." Zurg commented as he tapped on the canopy, fondly, while the Space Ranger's eyes opened then lifted his gaze up quite surprised by the fondness.

"Older?"

"Yes."

"Never been young."

"Once you were."

"In the heart, Zurg." Zurg grew alarmed by the comment, taken back, at the exasperated Space Ranger. "This whole devotion to the Space Ranger Corps, it's taken my entire life."

"No, it hasn't." Zurg argued back. "You're standing here." he pointed at the Space Ranger. "You're talking." he set his servos on his hips glaring down upon the Space Ranger. "You're breathing." then he looked aside, grimacing, tapping his long claws together. "Can't say the same for your counterpart here."

"That's my point." Buzz said. "My dad died trying to make sure that I got to live in a better tomorrow than what he had before, and look what I did; I squandered it all," he shook his fists. "wasting it," he turned away then walked a few steps off rubbing his forehead as the Evil Emperor followed him until Buzz came to a halt then stretched his arms out and turned around startling Zurg. "a big pile of moonrocks!"

Buzz's shoulders lowered as he stared back at the Evil Emperor wearing a pout instead of that familiar look he always wore, smug, sometimes tense, confident, smirking, or grinning.

". . . Therefore, my answer is a big fat no." Zurg overshadowed Buzz. "Never going back there through here, sonny." The Evil Emperor laughed at the shock then anger on the Space Ranger's features that was utmost familiar looks to see on him and the Evil Emperor's arm became an ion blaster. "The only thing that I am doing is THIS!"

Zurg was furious beneath his persona as the Space Ranger fled. He flew, flying through the widened dark corridors, his jet pack exhaust trailing behind him, avoiding being shot at and blasting a hole out of the tower. The Evil Emperor was pleased, he had some self-preservation. The Evil Emperor called upon the hornets to continue the chase then laughed watching the chase continuing on ahead of him. It was his favorite place in his mind, a favorite chapter, it was a hard act to follow for others who hated losing to the Space Ranger or to a ghost of what had once been, as he laughed, his familiar laughter echoing in the air instead of his iconic curse. It was an existence that he once used to know, and still knew, to this day. And it wasn't quite a surprise that he was enjoying this dance.

He hadn't heard Buzz Lightyear say something like that before, it was against his nature, his very individual, it sounded like a hollowed out version of the Space Ranger that he had once known all except for accepting that he were involved in a hopeless battle against evil. Oh, he was upset. Of everyone to make him upset, it had to be his own doing. With a mere order, Zurg had the Tunnel Extraction System activated then made his way to the gate. Zurg stood there in front of the tunnel as his cape floated behind him as the powerful gust of wind blew into the chamber as grubs and hung on to various equipment. His badge glowed yellow against the darkness of the room. His servos were trembling, his helm it was more pronounced, his optics showed only certain doom. He decided to change into something far more appropriate; a hyper-hornet. All it took was a mere change of a mind, going to the transfer unit, leaving his shell behind. He wanted to make a point.

The hyper hornet strolled through the portal into the new tower then made his way to the throne room. He passed by the grubs, the hornets, there were very little signs that brainpods had existed around the place. His fury caused all of the hornets to rip apart by the inside out as cords erupted out of their frames attacking one another. He walked with impunity, the audacity, with the most disturbing mood as the light fixtures around him shattered. Grubs fled for the exits as the fury fled like smoke in the air starting to catch random things on fire that shouldn't be on fire. Crackled with electricity above his helm as the cords ripped themselves out falling down behind him in a way that was best compared to a jungle forming behind him with the darkness creeping on. Windows shattered with the cords tearing through them. The hyper hornet's arms became blasters destroying the larger, the thicker, the competent hornets without losing a step in his way. He blasted the final door down where he found Evil Emperor Zurg about to murder Ranger Fisher with a tall version of XR holding the plasma blaster at the restrained Ranger's forehead.

The hyper hornet raised both arms then fired at XR knocking him down to the ground shattering him into several pieces like Lego pieces that could be connected once more. The hornets restraining Fisher were destroyed, the ranger picked up the helmet belonging to XR fled, as the hyper hornet fired multiple rounds into the chamber. The throne room became a mess as the two exchanged fire. The giant Hyper Hornet hunted the Evil Emperor down the corridor blowing off steam with intent as his counterpart screamed. He wasn't quite aware that's how pathetic he sounded, desperate, and scared. Hornets got in the way, and they were destroyed, the hyper hornet wasn't quite interested in ordering them to destroy his counterpart. They had a lack of interest.

The hyper hornet followed the Evil Emperor into a chamber then grabbed by the cape and threw him around, tearing it in two, then grabbing his chassis and slamming him to the ground like he were a doll. The hyper hornet slammed him against the shelves, repeatedly, without mercy. An item fell from the shelf, crashed to the ground, broke open, smoke drifted below the hyper hornet as a sound of coughing echoed in the chamber as the Evil Emperor was slammed to the ground. Mira got up to her feet, gazing up, shocked, her eyes widening, then caught a falling glass case that held Booster in what at best looked like a toy version of him with a vacuum, eyes closed, through the faint fog of smoke. She flew off out of the chamber ghosting through the wall. A moment of horror dawned upon Zurg as the hyper hornet turned toward him.

"Did you kill Buzz Lightyear's father?"

"Max, of course, he wasn't even all that good as a Space Ranger. An annoying pest. Felt wonderful to shoot him down."

The hyper hornets respect for Evil Emperor Zurg fell into a lava pit and never came back out. He yanked the helm off then tossed it to the side. A humanoid that had broad shoulders, Zurg horns, yellow glowing eyes, blue hair in a bun, his hair line started off in a 'v' shape between the two horns. Helmet had taken the brunt of the damage.

"The Buzz Lightyear as a nemesis privilege has been revoked."

The Evil Emperor looked with widened optics toward the giant machine then became amused, laughing, at his counterpart. More in pity.

"Keep him." Zurg shook his claws, his terror fading, becoming calm as a cucumber, his back against the wall. "He's stale. Boring." he clasped his claws together, cheerfully. "He's not as entertaining as he used to be. Whoever you are, we can make a deal, need to fake his death before handing him off."

"Negative." The hyper hornet said.

"No?" Zurg was perplexed.

"You will find one of these days having this paradise. . ."

"Zurgy heaven!" Zurg announced, gleefully, stretching his arms out.

The hyper hornet leaned forward, pressing one long stump against the broad chassis.

"It isn't quite the same as wanting it." The hyper hornet spoke with a typical hornet voice instead of the person who possessed it. "And you will fall." he pointed at the successful counterpart. "Hard."

The hyper hornet turned away then the Evil Emperor collapsed, heavily damaged, but strong, he lifted himself up to his feet but was shoved down by cords that appeared from beneath and strapped him, restraining the Evil Emperor. The hyper hornet stepped on a case shattering it open and walked on as Ovus returned to his normal size, rubbing his head, shaking his head, then turning around and spotting the Evil Emperor heavily restrained and fled.

The hyper hornet returned through the portal that vanished then reappeared at the coordinates that belonged to home. The hyper hornet returned to it's spot, cords, connected to the helm, then the faint red visor between the three visor bands powered down. From afar, the cords attached to the helmet of the Evil Emperor became detached. A grub approached him then handed off a newspaper to the Evil Emperor who lifted the newspaper up and gazed upon the headline.

"Ah, Doctor Laypin, taken into custody, facing several lifetimes in prison, by Milky Weight and Morgue Blast, hmm, that's impressive." Zurg shrugged it off as he stroked his emblem. "Too bad they're in the rescue unit."

Zurg rolled the newspaper then shoved it into a brainpod's invention then strolled away as the brainpod screeched in terror at the unwitting sabotage.

"Now, what was I doing when Buzz Lightwhine-a-butt so rudely interrupted me?"


A/N The Zurg humanoid described design belongs to SafeKeeperScosm.