Warrior at Warpspeed - Part 4

"So that old fool Zophos has located the Warp Warrior", said Vorgia, the Dictatrix; a black clad, pale skinned Galactic Queen,  gazing into the waters of a cauldron that were really a liquid computer's screen and seeing Raider and his old mentor together, "Well he will not prevent my plans to rule the Galaxy. I will destroy them both".
With the dark crown that read the electrical signals of her brain she altered the picture on the surface of the waters to one of the white coated chief technician in her matter transmitter station.
"Your royal highness", said the chief technician bowing, "It is an honour".
"Enough of the pleasantries, doctor. Is the matter transmitter ready?", she asked.
"Yes your highness", he said, bowing again.
"Excellent. Then prepare to transmit the Dragosaur. We are going to send Zophos and his pupil a little surprise", said Vorgia.
"Yes, your highness", said the chief technician bowing a third time; the waters of the cauldron becoming cloudy again.
"You must not do this, Vorgia", said her Sister Cythria, the white clad, dark skinned woman in the full length mirror that adorned her wall, "You must let the people of our Galaxy be free".
"Silence", said Vorgia, waving her hand and lowering the volume of her sisters voice until she could no longer hear her protestations, "If I had wanted to listen to your pathetic whining, Cythria, I never would have had you locked in a dimensional prison. I wear the crown, understand that and while I do, I have the power".
But then Vorgia turned back towards her cauldron,
"The planet of Korridon is the only planet in the Galaxy that my armies have failed to conquer", said Vorgia, "But it will not be long now. At this very moment, Sister, I am working on developing a new and terrible weapon of mass destruction; the matter transmuter. With it I shall be able to transform the shape of anything; turn people into toads or scorpions; entire planets into balls of fire or ice if they refuse to obey my every whim".
Cythria stopped hammering upon the inside of the mirror; a wall of her dimensional prison and wept into her white gloves.
It was her fault, she knew, that Vorgia had taken control of the Galaxy.
She was not really her sister but a clone that Cythria had created because her parents had both died before giving her a sibling and she had been so alone in the palace with only robot servants and dolls for company.
But she had made the mistake of not giving Vorgia kindness and compassion and so she had created a monster.
At first she had tried not to notice the wickeness in her sisters heart because it had been her nature only to see the good in people but then she had discovered that, in dark secret rooms beneath the Palace her sister had created dungeons and torture chambers and a secret throne room from which she had been plotting Galactic domination.
Ofcourse, the moment she had discovered what her sister was doing she had ordered her palace robots to arrest Vorgia but instead, the robots, who Vorgia had reprogrammed only to be faithful to her arrested Cythria and then, so that Cythria would have the torment of helplessly watching Vorgias evil conquest, she had condemned Cythria for ever to a dimensional prison within the mirror on her wall.
"If only I could remove that crown from her head", thought Cythria, "Without that she could not mentally control the machines that give her her power but what can I do trapped in this mirror?".
Just then however Cythria had an idea.