**Chapter 2: Shadows of Legacy**

The dimly lit corridors of Star Command's training facilities hummed with the quiet murmur of instructors guiding their students through various simulations. Kirsten, now six years old, stood at the edge of a zero-gravity training area, her eyes fixed on a hovering orb as it darted and weaved through a series of holographic obstacles. Mira Nova, her mentor, floated beside her, offering gentle corrections as Kirsten attempted to manipulate the orb with her telekinetic powers. Buzz Lightyear, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He had saved Kirsten from Natron's clutches, but now he was tasked with preparing her for a future that seemed increasingly uncertain. The crescent moon tattoo on her wrist glowed softly as she concentrated, and Buzz felt a shiver run down his spine. He remembered the stories of Natron's powers, and the fear that had gripped him when he first encountered the ancient evil. As Kirsten's training session concluded, Commander Nebula approached Buzz, her expression grave. "Buzz, we've received a transmission from an unknown source. It's encrypted, but our analysts think it might be a message from Natron." Buzz's grip on his communicator tightened. "Put it through." The holographic display flickered to life, revealing a distorted image of Natron's skeletal face. His yellow eyes seemed to bore into Buzz's very soul as he spoke in a voice that sent shivers down the Space Ranger's spine. "Greetings, Buzz Lightyear. You may have imprisoned me once more, but my legacy lives on. Kirsten, my daughter, will soon come into her own. Her powers are growing stronger by the day, and I will not be silenced. You may try to hide her, but I will find her. And when I do, she will fulfill her destiny – to bring terror to the galaxy." The transmission ended abruptly, leaving Buzz and Commander Nebula to exchange worried glances. Kirsten, oblivious to the ominous message, continued her training, her laughter and shouts of excitement echoing through the corridors. As the days passed, strange occurrences began to plague Star Command. Equipment malfunctioned, and some personnel reported eerie, unsettling visions. It was as if Natron's presence was seeping into the very fabric of the facility, searching for a way to reach Kirsten. Mira Nova approached Buzz, her usually calm demeanor ruffled. "Buzz, I think we need to consider relocating Kirsten. This place isn't secure, and Natron's influence is growing stronger." Buzz hesitated, knowing that taking Kirsten away from Star Command would put her in greater danger. But he also knew that he couldn't ignore the growing threat. "Find a secure location, Mira. We'll move Kirsten tonight, under the cover of darkness." As the stars twinkled to life in the Capital Planet's night sky, Kirsten's journey into the unknown began, with the shadows of her legacy looming large. The fate of the galaxy hung in the balance, and Buzz Lightyear was determined to protect her at all costs. In the darkness, a lone figure watched from the shadows, their eyes fixed on Kirsten's quarters. The crescent moon tattoo on her wrist glowed softly, a beacon calling out to the forces of darkness that sought to claim her. The figure smiled, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent, as they whispered a single word into the comms device: "Soon."