It had started out as a typical day. Team Lightyear was chasing the ever-elusive Torque through Capital City, of all places, when it happened.
“Greetings, pathetic life forms. Your planet is now my planet. Some of you will die, and the rest of you will WISH you were dead. But I require entertainment, so I will take some people off your planet to transfer them to my location. Do not be jealous of them, they probably won't fare too well here either.”
Buzz froze. Probably everyone did. The sheer amount of Evil surging through that voice was incredible.
“Team,” he said slowly, “we’re going to find out who that is, and we’re going to stop him.”
A swirling mass of white light – an honest-to-goodness portal, Buzz realized – formed out of thin air and headed towards them. “Run!” he cried, jetting away. But the portal came inexorably on. In moments, he was engulfed in the white-hot light.
No! he cried mentally.
He was ungraciously deposited in a heap on a cold metal deck. He leapt to his feet and readied his wrist-ray, but no one was around.
Frowning, he strode forward cautiously, keeping his laser primed. He was going to find out what was going on here, and he was going to take this evil being – whoever he was – down.
Evil never wins.
