OOC thread here! Orin Centaurus The Hydra Europa The prince had kept watch on the command bridge of the frigate for what felt like days. The ship was motionless (comparatively speaking) in the orbit of Europa, observing a water-collecting mission for the Jovian military. Plumes of water were sometimes ejected through the thick ice that coated the distant world. Orin preferred to be directly involved with the affairs of his own troops, no matter how small, as it was an important aspect to any leader. It would be far too easy to sit back in his throne and throw orders at his subjects. However, that course of action would never befit a prince of Jupiter. It was up to him to take the drastic route. For years, Orin had wanted to separate himself from the decadent living of his 'siblings', to take the title of Terran King once and for all. The monarchs of the other worlds weren't his real siblings, of course. It was culturally expected of him to think of them as relatives. He was to treat them as if they were his own flesh and blood. The reason why was muddled in historical textbooks across the solar system, however. Each of the monarchs claimed to share the blood of King Orin's adopted children, which was fine by the Church of Solaris. With a sigh and a shrug, they confirmed the blood of adopted royalty to be just as pure as those in the actual bloodline. It helped prevent any genetic complications that would otherwise surface. Princess Sonya was given temporary jurisdiction over Jupiter itself while Orin was away. The domain was largely under her control for as long as the Interregnum was going on, an event which the prince knew that he was born to win. The Hydra was one of the most powerful flagships created by human hands; surely it could withstand anything that the other monarchs had in mind. Still, it amused Orin to think of how humane Sonya's rule currently was. She was well-beloved by her subjects, no doubt, but it takes more than kindness to keep a dominion in line. As the water-harvesting went on, the prince thought on how valuable Europa was to his planet's wealth. Pluto could no longer be relied on by the outer worlds for its water, not since the Hadesian Virus. The inner worlds had plenty to take, almost exclusively from Earth and Mars. Comets provided the rest. Orin stepped back from the central viewing window, taking a seat in the command chair while the admiral reviewed the logistics for any ship landing on Europa. The colonists there were a stubborn bunch. More than once they had tried using their water supplies as a bargaining chip, yet Jovian rule is not so easily thwarted. The prince closed his eyes, ready to dream of himself as the Terran King. He was ready to dream of the inevitable future.