Joseph popped his fingers, mainly out of sheer boredom as everyone sat quietly in their seats within the shuttle's cabin. This would be the first time in years that he's been off planet, and the annoying silence was barely drowned out by the humming of the engines. His gaze slowly crossed the cabin at the various soldiers that had accompanied him, along with the Enclave's away team. Since leaving the planet not a single word was spoken. At a certain point, he'd expect someone to say something out of sheer boredom, but it didn't happen.
He instead decided to use this time to reflect on the current situation at hand. He was the defacto heir to the thrones - with his sisters dead and his father apparently in a comatose state. His military was decimated and fractured with this Enclave trying it's hardest to remain a viable player in the sector. His kingdom and subjects were decimated by a rebel government and other noble factions vying for control in the power vacuum that was caused by his father's sudden demise, and he was wholly out of the loop for a large majority of what had happened. On top of all of that, there were smaller problems that would need a delicate handle as well. His cousins were apparently in the hands of outcasts, and a nobleman of a corporation reached out to him in an effort to try to have some semblance of normalcy.
Though the first point of order was to prove to these incompetent officers of the Royal Navy that he was in fact blood of the King. Even if it meant destroying the entire officer core. A process that he hoped wouldn't become a reality. But he was certainly ready to carry it out, as were his men.
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