Thanks to EMZ and Captain Buzz Lightyear for ideas and help. Buzz Lightyear of Star Command © Disney/Pixar. I don't own either the stuff I'm spoofing.

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Episode VII
Indistinct Evil

"I walk in a dream. This sky, this living sphere of illusions. It cannot be real. Faster than wind it flies by... but there is no wind. No whisper of trees. No whisper of willows. The gilded and sapphire dust falls all around me. In its ring dance, maidens dance with golden ribbons in their hair, they play a twinkling melody with their shining cymbals. The bonfire flares, it throws its red sparkles around as the performers speed up the tempo. The golden and silver cimbaloms chink even more dreamlike... The chariots of blaze storm forwards with the wings of a griffin. I raise my voice and sing... when the starlight's rain falls around me... I extend my hand and touch a star... touch the light, touch the shadows... but the shades fall faint beside these jewels and crowns of great kings. The sky is open. It has no end. Where I go, there is the patter of starry shower around me. I walk in a dream... still, now, maybe forever."

Cold, smooth, flat...

A pair of bare feet slowly padded along a metallic surface. The toes curled up occasionally when an unknown covering material felt strange under the soles. Thud, thud, thud... the murky corridor echoed lightly. The footsteps leaded to a lone side room, a sliding door whooshed open away from their way... creaking back into its frames. Empty... there was barely anything in the roundish, dark-blue chamber than a flat glossy table in the middle floor and a few padded seats perching around it. The floor was dotted by the incoming light. Through an oval-shaped large window shone stars and galaxy formations inside. A majestic show of light and shadow it was. A dance of platinum sea of gemstones... And upper there, near the ceiling the shades swallowed the whiter ether.

The feet walked towards the window. Slowly, timidly, as if not having courage to enter this intergalactic firework. A stop. They had reached the fenestra. Upper, a finger extended itself to slide along the hard plasto-alloy glass. Like its owner, also this tiny body member was so full of wonder. It tried to hide one of those shiny spots under it, but the cunning star moved quickly away. The speed... it hardly felt under the metatarsi. The petty growl of the gravitational booster was more striking. Or whatever it was. Those fine names meant nothing for this befogged figure. Just fine words... Perhaps they were meant to be a part of this dream. Every second it felt as uncanny as from the beginning on. The courage had been feeble, but where the swaying treads had lead, it was a splendor of pomp and saltatoric figments...

The sliding door behind there was heard to open. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Louder gaits reached the slim shape stagnating under the starlight. It did not wince, although a pair of arms slid themselves around it from backwards. The shadow picked slowly up the second one of those big hands that now held its waist. The smaller, darker hand's firm squeeze told about the confidence that was granted to this incomer.

"Still want to look at the stars?" a man's voice asked quietly. Buzz nuzzled his cheek against Yoka's back of the neck, closing his eyes. He sensed the confusion of the girl he held. Of course it was all bewilderment. Someone who had never gone much further than her own village, was suddenly thrown to travel across the eternities. Her expressions... what they had been, when the stratosphere had once been achieved. Like in a spell the fearful awe had grown to immeasurable wonder. The indescribable sights had been a bit too much to bear at once. She had fallen into speechlessness... that had not yet ceased after weeks.

He descended inside his memories. Perhaps it felt a bit alike, when the Captain as a little boy for the first time had been traveling in a long-distance starship. He had pushed his nose flat against the window, gazing at the past-flying space his mouth open. Then had come the conclusion. There he wanted to be, among those glistening bright dots, defending them against the menacing darkness. A four-year-old's enthusiastic reverie had turned to sheer reality... he was now the brave hero of his childhood's fantasies. And anew encountering the same welter tens of years later.

The woman agreed slightly to his question. This was not the first time she had arrived to this cabin just to stand and gawp. The stellar distances, that wide blackness out there... she could not comprehend. Not quite weave the thoughts in her inexperienced mind. Her home was supposed to be somewhere there... she perhaps could have understood if a grand sea had expanded anteriourly. She would have known that somewhere on the horizon, a shimmering shore told about the familiar planes. But... how was anyone to conceive or find anything behind this vastness? How many miles would someone need to ride a steed to reach a light year? Besides... what was a home now? Was the place she had left behind not a home any longer? How did her past life feel just like a gush of airstream, as if it had never existed? As if she had just one night woken up in this bizarre wagon that glided past the constellations...  Kaleva was somewhere there, but hazed.

Yoka-hanen was an alien in this novel world, in the whole meaning of the word. No one quite understood her or her language, except he... Perhaps the other isolated did also a bit, but what did a few expressions count in the chaos of total obscurity? Although being a human, there was none of her kind over here. She realized initially quite well what it had felt like for Team Lightyear to step in to her village, when there was nothing familiar around. Although... they had had themselves as encouraging company. But here... here was none of her kind. The weird languages were just plain porridge in her ears. English had become more recognizable, but scarcely anyone could learn to master a whole new lingua in just a few months. Especially if it had for the second half consisted of invectives and angry grunts.

But after him she had walked, a hand had pushed her forwards... a white airlock was closed after her. The soft snow under her moccasins had turned to a metalline ground. Kaleva was locked away, vanishing below the ships... a last look... and the clouds had dropped their curtains across the view.

Where was this flying wagon going to? That question Yoka asked all over again. The man kept smiling gently, trying to do his best in describing the unknown. Yet the minutes just crawled forwards, the travel seemed endless... When? When would the stars be hidden again behind a billow mass? Did a sun shine at all in the place where they finally would land? Could she ever feel anything else but this cold alloy under her soles, or was there grass, sand, moss somewhere else too? Little questions, tiny fearful questions that had a strong meaning for her. Those issues were perhaps just a howl of the wind for the others... sometimes she had the sentiment. The strange sensation that she was not quite accepted.

Yoka felt Lightyear's grip closing again. In that hold was the only acceptance, the only safety in the middle of mental uproar. His spinning thoughts were not far away from hers. A few of his fingers brushed some of her black locks away from her shoulder, his lips trying to reach her cheek upper there. She closed her eyes rapt by his caresses, a fuzzy impression of warmth and sanctuary filling her inners.

"I never though... I would fall in love with you like this..." a few silent syllables were uttered right at her ear. The sonus fell more melancholic. "In my stupidity I saw you as my enemy... My Yoka... Thank you for opening my eyes. Thank you for teaching me the real meaning of goodness. No more is Buzz Lightyear going back to darkness. But I'm afraid I can't go back either to the things I used to take for granted in my life..."

The Kalevan comprehended fully perhaps one fourth of the sentences. Nevertheless, they embedded the assurance she hungered for. And the tiny expression, "love". She still could not utterly say the same back, as being so insecure.

"I can't go back to my usual work, not at least now. I have to learn to live with you and learn to know you better. I've been thinking... where to go, what to do. I have my house on Capital Planet, but perhaps that's not the best place for you to start. Also I need a calmer place to be after this adventure. Some silence to think. Heh, never have done much thinking, but I guess it's the time for that now."

The statements turned blurrier and blurrier in her brains. No one had switched on a translator for her convenience.

"I den't understeend, Praad C'cressaan..." A hush made her quiet down. Buzz turned her about, casting a mild look in her eyes.

"It's Buzz. You don't have to call me like that."

"Bzz..." she murmured. The whole sound was so weird, since nothing was pronounced in Sivakka with such phonetic forms. In her ears the name had resounded somehow so ridiculous, namely as if a bee would be droning around. "Bzzz... Bazzzz... Buzzzz...zz..." she sipped the diphthong as if they were a bite of some odd food. Yoka looked so concerned that Lightyear could nothing but chuckle at her confuse.

"Now that's better. Once you have listened to my father's speech enough, you'll get the zetas right." Snapping his wrist communicator's multilingual interpreter on, he leaded her to sit at the table. Even the desk's translucent surface reflected the galactic lamps. This was one of the moments when the Alliance ship, with which they trekked, was not in hyperspace. It searched for a suitable wormhole to crawl in. Thus its flutter was steadier, as the engines were switched off for normal unidirectional dashing along Newton's First Law.

"Now... what I was telling you, was that I have been thinking of what to do. We'll be back at home in two weeks or something. I might put my Capital Planet's house for leasing and move on Morph. I think it would be snugger for you. You gotta get used to this all. Heh, craters, the Capital's too busy and weird for you, I can figure that out."

Morph. She had once or twice heard that name. "That was your home, did you not tell me so?" she asked.

"Uh-huh. And pretty much like your planet... uhh well Commander Nebula said yours had no name in our charts. Anyway, I thought it wouldn't be such a shock for you then if we'd go somewhere that at least a bit resembles to the place where you used to live. Morph's... a lot of forests, lakes, seas, with two moons. And it's not far away from Capital Planet, so we can pop there anytime if needed. Same Quadrant, same Sector." With these notions, he went on with a short tale about his childhood there.

"I... I had several places there where I spent my years. My father uhh... "died" when I was five, but well off course I couldn't know he had turned to the dark side and staged his own death, umm well you can see him around now, but then he was sort of "dead" or well... dead in the meaning that he had turned evil. Turned dead concerning goodness and left me in the belief that he was dead..." Buzz fingered his cleft, noticing his own rambling speech, ceasing it. He did not want to cause her more awkwardness. Already it had been seen that Yoka-hanen considered over half of the fellow passengers the most peculiar things she had ever met. "So, in any case his mother, whom I sometimes call Nana Lightyear, took me then under her roof. She was a widow then, my grandfather died just a bit after my mother passed away. Nana was the nicest old granny one could ever have had, although I often got socks as presents and had to clean my room neat but that it was. She put me in the Junior Rangers. That's ahh well sort of boy scout version of the space rangers, but I guess it won't say much to you, eh?" he cast a smile on her. The woman smirked back, shaking her head.

"Anyway, then Nana died. Some distant relatives of the Lightyear family took me then but they weren't nice for me. I was just kicked around until I was old enough to join the Space Ranger Academy and move on to Capital Planet. I guess I didn't even bother to count the amount of households where I was put in temporarily. One of the worst ones was the Urksleys, Zora's cousin's family. I stayed there about half a year, had just a dismal room under a staircase, and was teased all the time by the family's big fat son. Umm I guess I'm confusing you again. But, I've later visited Morph a few times, and it's just the same as before. The beautiful nature's just as lush as ever, and I guess we might settle down to my old home town." His index played with one of her locks, asking the opinion. He had made her cuddle up under his arm since Buzz wanted to feel her presence, her warmth against him. Her gray eyes did not quite know what to respond. Those were his spheres, arcane for her. But it felt mellow that he indeed cared to ponder what she might want. A shy nod, and Lightyear made his counts.

The engines of the vessel had been put on. An acceleration towards hyperspace was on. A little vibration shook the massive ship as the jump gate activated, throwing the dimensions upside down. The stars behind the window vanished, turning to the psychedelic light formations of a wormhole.