Lightyear

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Buzz Lightyear mission log. Star date 3901.

Sensors have detected potential life forms.

on an uncharted planet.

So, we're making a detour to investigate.

Space Rangers will make initial evaluations,

then assess whether it's worth waking the science crew

from their hyper-sleep.

While the ERIC takes core samples

I will explore further the oddities of this strange planet.

Terrain seems a bit unstable.

No read-out yet if the area is breathable.

There seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.

-Who are you talking to? -No one.

You were narrating again.

I was not. Just doing the mission log.

You do know no one ever listens to them.

I know that, narrating helps me focus.

-Stay sharp. -Yeah.

Well, if it bothers you, Commander Hawthorne.

I'm happy to wait back on the turnip.

Please don't call it the turnip.

But the ship looks like a root vegetable.

Yes, you made that very clear at the design review.

How long have you known that I narrate?

Forever. Since you and I were cadets.

Speaking of, you forgot to take the rookie with you.

Ah, Commander Hawthorne, you know how I feel about rookies.

It's the same way I feel about autopilots.

"How may I assist you? Is there anything I can do, sir?"

They don't help, they just over-complicate things.

I'm better off just doing the job myself.

Which is why I brought the rookie.

Hello.

-No. -Buzz, protocol requires we bring him along.

-He's gonna have sad eyes. -Buzz.

You know I can't deal with sad eyes.

-Look at the rookie, Buzz. -No.

-Look at the roo...Look... -No...no.

-Lightyear. -No.

-Look at him. -Not looking.

-Look. Look. -No.

-Look at the rookie. -No. No.

All right. All right. You win.

Look, Feather...Featheringhamstan...

It's Featheringhamstan, sir.

Look, rookie, first, you will not speak unless spoken to.

-Yes, sir. -Still talking.

Second, respect the suit.

This suit means something.

It's not just protecting your body, it's protecting the universe.

This suit is a promise to the world that you,

and you alone will do one thing above all.

Finnish the mission no matter the cost.

You will never quit, whatever the galaxy may throw your way--

Will you please turn that off!

It's just too easy.

You're mocking me, aren't you?

Yeah, but in a supportive way.

Look, what I'm trying to say, Commander, is that you and I have this job down.

-Sir. -Still talking.

At any moment I know what you're thinking, I know where you're gonna be.

But this guy, I don't know.

Where'd he go?

You see? This is exactly what I'm talking about.

He's not helping. He's wandered off.

Vines!

Bugs!

The ship. It's sinking.

Everyone, back to the turnip!

Oh, so now it's the turnip.

Engage Stealth Mode. That should buy us enough time.

We're not gonna make it.

Almost there!

Okay, plan B. Ready?

Go!

-Blast! -Here, I can re-route it.

Just give me a minute.

Where is the...

Help!

rookie.

Help me!

Buzz Lightyear mission log. The planet is clearly uninhabitable.

In fact, outright hostile.

The sentient foliage have apprehended cadet Furth-Feathering...

Featheringston...Feather...

They got the rookie,

who I strongly suggested should not have joined in the first--

Blast.

-Buzz! -Now!

Move it, ranger!

Making our way back to the ship.

Come on, Buzz!

Hurry!

I'll go to the engine room.

-I'll take the helm. -And I will--

Do nothing. I've got this.

How may I assist you?

Autopilots.

-Is there anything I can do, sir? -No and no!

This is not a simulation.

Commander, status!

Fuel engaged.

All systems go.

Warning. Launch trajectory unsound.

Come on. Come on.

Collision imminent.

Abort. Abort.

Captain Lightyear, do you need my help?

-Negative. -Are you sure?

I'm Buzz Lightyear. I'm always sure.

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It's bad, Buzz.

The hyper-speed crystal was totally destroyed.

Long story short: we're marooned.

I don't know.

What are you doing?

I'm court-martialing myself.

No. You're not.

Commander Hawthorne, I hereby relieve myself of all Space Ranger duties.

This was my fault. And these people deserve better.

You can throw me in the brig.

Finish the mission, Buzz.

That's what we do.

We're not done until everyone gets home.

But we have no fuel crystal.

So we mine resources on this planet, create a new crystal.

Crystalic fusion is highly unstable.

Then we test it.

No. It's too dangerous.

Manufacturing a crystal capable of hyper-speed

is like trying to lasso with the sun.

And then someone would need to attach that sun to a ship,

and then the ship needs someone to fly it without blowing themselves into oblivion.

Who in their right mind would...

Buzz Lightyear mission log. Star date 3902.

After a full year of being marooned,

our specialized crew

have put this planet's vast resources to incredible use.

Finally, our first hyper-speed test flight is a go.

Ready, Captain Lightyear?

Ready as I'll ever be, Commander Hawthorne.

To infinity.

And beyond.

-Buzz! -We got a breach in the perimeter.

Come on, I just...

Captain Lightyear!

Airman Diaz.

Boy, the vines are a little feisty today, huh?

Are we ready to launch?

We're all ready if you are, sir.

A year of work for a four minute flight. Isn't that something?

Sure is.

Well, let's go find out if this new hyper-speed fuel is stable.

So I can get us off this rock.

I almost forgot. Here's your I.V.A.N, sir.

Fully loaded.

Autopilots.

And here, of course, is the XL-01.

Pretty sweet ride.

Now let's get you that fuel crystal.

Good morning, Captain Lightyear.

Here is your specially formulated fuel mixture.

So, this is the fuel that's gonna reach hyper-speed?

It has an 87.6 percent chance.

I'll take those odds.

Good luck, Captain.

We're all counting on you...

Airman.

XL-01 to Mission Control. Do you copy?

Copy, XL-01.

I'm gonna grant you four minutes to be off planet,

but then you come right back to us.

That's an order.

Roger that.

Hyper Speed, here I come.

T minus 10...

...nine...

...eight, seven...

...six...

...five, four...

...three, two...

...one. Launch.

I.V.A.N., pull up the flight plan, please.

Hello. I am your internal--

Autopilots.

Hello, I am your internal voice-activated navigator, call me I.V.A.N.

Ready the flight plan, please, I.V.A.N.

Certainly.

Your mission is to accelerate through deep space,

slingshot around Alpha T'Kani,

then through the deceleration rings back here to T'kani Prime.

Target flight time: 4 minutes, 28 seconds.

XL-01, you are clear for hyper-launch.

Copy, control. Initiating hyper-launch.

Approaching 50 percent hyper speed.

Fuel stable.

Increasing speed to 0.6c.

Sixty percent hyper-speed.

Increasing speed to 0.7c.