NOTE: Is it just me, or has there been an abundance of new BLoSC fanfics? I am honestly happy to see that since the show is really underrated and I'm happy to see it get more attention.

Anyway, out of all the characters from BLoSC, the main villain of the show, The Evil Emperor Zurg, seems to get the least attention. Everyone else seems to be focused on the emperor's energy vampire for a son, NOS-4-A2.

There is nothing wrong with NOS-4-A2, but I find it sad not many people pay much attention to him.

Which stinks when you have a huge fictional crush on him.

And that happens to be me.

Yes, he's my fictional crush.

So basically this is fanfiction centered around me and Zurg.

Keep in mind, I am not the best at writing fanfiction, but I'm doing this out of fun and I'm going to try and give it as much depth as possible.

Yes, it's unoriginal, but I'm mostly doing this out of passion.

Anyway, I have more Zurg related work on my DeviantArt account (burntuakrisp)

So this story is going to be mainly focused on the villains of the show, but Buzz and the others will show up later.

But enough with the ramblings, onto the story.

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command (BLoSC) and all its characters belong to Disney and Pixar

Prologue: Life of Slavery

They say that the best moment of your life arrives not too long after your worst moment.

It was a saying that has been passed around through centuries. Meant to be a motivator for those that lived on the planet of Alathfar.

I never believed in that old saying.

Every day I was alive seemed to be the worst moment.

It wasn't that I was depressed, but when you live a life in chains, there is very little to look forward to.

The galaxy was against me.

It was present since the day I was born.

How else could I have been born into a life like this?

Before anything else, I should introduce myself.

My name is Carlie Lyrae, a 19-year-old female born from the planet Alathfar.

I have decently long dirty brown hair, clear peach skin, and dark aqua eyes.

I like to think I'm a nice person, who always sees the best in everyone. I have gained wisdom by experiences of idiocy, was taught to read others in the best way, and hold just enough sarcasm to make anyone smile.

But that shouldn't matter to you.

All my life, I have been said to be one thing.

A slave.

A slave that is to sold away and sent to work for the highest bidder in the galaxy.

You see, I am part of a group of slaves.

Working under the iron fist of King Delta.

On my planet, there are no orphans, homeless citizens, or the unemployed.

Instead, you are a slave if you fit into the previous categories.

Your life means nothing.

You are nothing.

And you will remain nothing until you are bought and taken away.

That is how I live my life.

But it always wasn't this bad.

I once had a mother, a father, and a home to call my own.

My mother was an overworked yet loving lady.

She taught me to always keep doing my best. To never give up, try new things, and always keep kindness in my heart.

My father was a guard of the castle. Every day he came from work, he was covered in scars and hits. He and mom rarely interacted. Some days he would come home and collapse in his bed without saying a word.

Life was mundane and average for me until the day we found out about Mom's secret hobby. Let's just say, mom wasn't as faithful as she made herself out to be.

When father found out, he was filled with so much rage, he marched down to her job and ended her life in front of a crowd. He was immediately sent to jail.

Without anymore family, a 5-year-old me was forced to become a slave. And I have remained in that position until my 19th birthday.

Which just so happened to be today.

On the day of a slave's 18th birthday, our king would broadcast our image to shady parts of the universe, to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The one with the highest amount of money got to take the slave and do whatever they wanted to them.

And that terrified me.

I wouldn't consider myself to be the prettiest girl out there. But I have overheard various males mentioning how beautiful I was, how they would love to corner me, how I could make a great wife. I never believed that, but it was somewhat nice to know that someone thought I was worth something.

But the last thing I wanted was to end up like my mother. I don't want to be used as a trophy. I want to find a man who is different from the cliche hero type. Who has style and charisma. Who could provide for me and I for him. Someone to hold me and say they love me.

But I know a person like that never existed in the universe. It's better to stop daydreaming and accept that you will be nothing more than a tool.

When it was finally my time to be auctioned, they placed me in a white dress with a bright blue bow. I would've been happy to be dressed in a gown like this if it wasn't for the fact it was made to show my curves.

I walked onto the stage, where various men and aliens sat at badly lit tables. The smell of smoke and alcohol filled the air, emanating from the audience's mouths. I could tell that these men were bad news. And one of these guys were going to be my new owner.

I tried not to cry.

"Our next maiden is Carlie Lyrae." The voice of our king spoke over the speakers. His oily voice filled me with a hidden rage, but no one could tell for me staring at my feet.

"Which one of you lucky men will go home with his beauty in your arms? Let's start the bidding at 100 pieces! Do I hear 100 pieces?"

"150 pieces!"

"200 pieces!"

"250 pieces!"

The numbers kept increasing, and so did my heartbeat. Every new voice I heard seemed more shady and scary they sounded. All I could do was stand there and pray. Pray that I will be bought by a good man. That I will have a nice home. That I will have s better future than one of a suffering slave.

"3020 pieces!" A loud-voiced called out.

No more voices called out, it seemed that my new owner has made myself known.

"3020 pieces! Do I hear 3030?"

No voice called back.

"Going once!"

I closed my hands tighter.

"Going twice!"

Please let me have a better life.

" And the winner of Carlie Lyrae is…"

BOOM!

My eyes shot up in shock after hearing the sound of a blaster go off.

Delta: (speaker) What in the world! Wait what are you doing here?

And unknown masculine voice responded with clear snark.

?: Names Warp Darkmatter, and it's time to repay your debt.

To be continued….

So here ends the first part, I probably will start chapter 1 soon.

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