[ WP ] After an unexpected death your idiot brother has taken the throne .

( ( I'm not a native speaker, if my English happens to sounds atrociously bad. ) ) 
 
 I was so close. Gods help me, I almost did it. I had my finger on the switch. My older brother loved gaming, that was all he did nowadays, that fat slob. A flick of a switch, and a jolt would've fried his brain. I would've been forgiving if he played strategy games or something, anything, to prepare him for ruling thirty billion sentient lives, but no. He insisted on dating simulators and `` Space Ponies of Friendship.'' I never played much games. I was too busy graduating as the youngest Solar Fleet Strategic Commander since legendary Ragnarr the Reckless. 
 
 Not that I was any less reckless. I had planned my assassination for months. A little tinkering here and there just to make it look like a rare electrical fault. Just as I was about to push the switch, my intercom rang. Our father, the reigning Solar Emperor, had died. A freak accident, they said. Needless to say, my blood curled. If I had killed him then, it there would have been too much suspicion. Not that anyone was blind to his faults, but I would've wanted my reign to start as the good guy. Not the cold, military type everyone already sees me. 
 
 There I stood beside him. He barely fit in to his crystal seat. His narrow eyes looked perplexed at the hundreds of thousands of beings of different races who had gathered under the rainbow dome to greet the new Emperor. Newsdrones buzzed by the hundreds in the air, their cold lenses fixed on the mountain of greasy, sweaty flesh. I made my best to look regal in my white Commanders uniform. I had my pistol and electric blade on my hip. How would they react if I carved my brother open from throat to scrotum, right here while billions watched? 
 
 A cold smile raised on my lips. I grabbed the hilt and turned to my brother. 
 `` Ivar'', I said, nodding. He looked startled. 
 `` Y-yes, Lorik?'' 
 I looked in to his small eyes and grabbed the hilt even more tightly. Thirty billion souls at his mercy. A fate of a solar system at the whim of this manchild. I drew the blade. It buzzed slightly. 
 `` You knew this day would come'', I said. With a swift movement I turned my blade sideways, and dropped to my knees. 
 
 `` May your years be long and bountiful'', I said, trying not to grind my teeth as I said my pledge. He may not be the ruler the Empire deserves, but he is going to have a Commander at his side. 
 
 Closely.
