Wa-ku watched the vision of his brother dissolve from the greenstone crystal bowl. He swiveled in his hoverchair and pressed a button on the side that made it float across the room to an array of instruments on the other side. His paralysed legs dangled over the side of the chair that contained a
crystalline base with anti-gravity boosters to allow the chair to hover and be propelled anywhere he wished it to go. He winced with pain as his hand muscles struggled to manipulate the instrument controls.
He frowned deeply at his handicap. It had not always been this way, and had he been fully able, he would have stopped Yidu himself, but his brother now scared him. He was more capable of overpowering this cripple.
The accident had occurred after he had created Petrosium, which was also the source of the greenstones and the other useful gem crystals used in the operation of the cosmo-ship. The Petrosium mine was the richest source of power crystals in this sector of the universe, but before he could mine it, he had initially to gain the trust of the inhabitants there, the Petros, who had a rather dangerous means of disabling any creature, or man, with their sub-sonic horns. Actually, gaining their trust was far easier than he had at first expected. The Petros were dazzled by him; they saw him as a god, so it was just a matter of instilling in them a ritual system of worship, and constructing a device that allowed him to transmit his vision to them. The cosmo-ship worked on universal time, which like Yidu’s Skye world, allowed a thousand cycles of Mareos to pass while only a few cycles passed in universal time. Transmissions, of course, had to be equalised to local time. It was all quite amusing for a time … Wa-ku joined in the Great Game in his enslavement of the Petros, but certain cosmic events made him realise his error. He was truly not a god, which was only made too painfully clear by the accident. It was ironic that the evil underworld creature Beeble-Zub was no more corrupt than himself. Mirrortac had not only destroyed Beeble-Zub, but the god-hood of Wa-ku in one fell swoop. Now, what remained of the Petros, were again free to pursue their own ways, though some will continue to practise their useless rituals.
Wa-ku recalled the scenario that led up to the accident. The cosmo-ship was descending for a routine mining expedition at Petrosium when there was a failure in the crystal instrument array, causing the ship to descend too quickly and crash into the ground. The landing restraints broke, sending him careering into the ceiling with a painful thud. The next thing he remembered was waking up in a ward at the healing station. He had lost all feeling below his waist and his arms were also partly numb. The medical attendants had done all they could but it was to no avail. The ship too, was badly damaged, and had been retrieved from the Wastes of Nug to undergo repair.