𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓪 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓪 𝒰𝒮𝒮 ℬ𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓃 (𝒩𝒞𝒞-𝟣𝟦𝟤𝟤-ℬ)
@commandermlorca.bsky.social
#StarTrekRP
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“ Now, see that would be intimidating. If you were well, you know intimidating.”
Mother @kat-lorca-rp.bsky.social
Father and commanding officer @captainglorca.bsky.social
WT: #ENGAGE
#MVRP
“ Now, see that would be intimidating. If you were well, you know intimidating.”
Mother @kat-lorca-rp.bsky.social
Father and commanding officer @captainglorca.bsky.social
WT: #ENGAGE
This is the only way.
He was not going to sit back and let someone else play god with his father’s life. If Jaime wanted to use him as some bargaining chip, then Miguel would make himself the biggest damn prize in the galaxy.
He was not going to sit back and let someone else play god with his father’s life. If Jaime wanted to use him as some bargaining chip, then Miguel would make himself the biggest damn prize in the galaxy.
March 27, 2025 at 6:22 PM
This is the only way.
He was not going to sit back and let someone else play god with his father’s life. If Jaime wanted to use him as some bargaining chip, then Miguel would make himself the biggest damn prize in the galaxy.
He was not going to sit back and let someone else play god with his father’s life. If Jaime wanted to use him as some bargaining chip, then Miguel would make himself the biggest damn prize in the galaxy.
"You wanted me?" Miguel said, jaw tight. "Fine. You win. Let my father go, and I’ll come with you. No tricks. No backup. Just me."
March 27, 2025 at 6:21 PM
"You wanted me?" Miguel said, jaw tight. "Fine. You win. Let my father go, and I’ll come with you. No tricks. No backup. Just me."
He tapped his badge.
**"Jaime."** His voice was steady, but it burned with barely controlled fury. *Controlled enough to sound like he wasn’t about to do the dumbest thing in his entire life.*
**"Jaime."** His voice was steady, but it burned with barely controlled fury. *Controlled enough to sound like he wasn’t about to do the dumbest thing in his entire life.*
March 27, 2025 at 6:21 PM
He tapped his badge.
**"Jaime."** His voice was steady, but it burned with barely controlled fury. *Controlled enough to sound like he wasn’t about to do the dumbest thing in his entire life.*
**"Jaime."** His voice was steady, but it burned with barely controlled fury. *Controlled enough to sound like he wasn’t about to do the dumbest thing in his entire life.*
**Jaime Always played the long game.** If he had gone through all this trouble, if he had kidnapped *Gabriel Lorca* of all people, it wasn’t just about revenge or piracy. It was **about him**.
March 27, 2025 at 6:20 PM
**Jaime Always played the long game.** If he had gone through all this trouble, if he had kidnapped *Gabriel Lorca* of all people, it wasn’t just about revenge or piracy. It was **about him**.
All he saw was his father—*taken*.
And Jaime wanted *him*.
Miguel took a slow, shaky breath, forcing himself to think through the rage, through the desperation.
And Jaime wanted *him*.
Miguel took a slow, shaky breath, forcing himself to think through the rage, through the desperation.
March 27, 2025 at 6:20 PM
All he saw was his father—*taken*.
And Jaime wanted *him*.
Miguel took a slow, shaky breath, forcing himself to think through the rage, through the desperation.
And Jaime wanted *him*.
Miguel took a slow, shaky breath, forcing himself to think through the rage, through the desperation.
### *USS Buran – Bridge*
Miguel stood frozen, staring at the holo-projection of his father restrained but receiving treatment. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out the alarms, the voices, everything except the image of *him*. Gabriel Lorca. His father.
Miguel stood frozen, staring at the holo-projection of his father restrained but receiving treatment. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out the alarms, the voices, everything except the image of *him*. Gabriel Lorca. His father.
March 27, 2025 at 6:20 PM
### *USS Buran – Bridge*
Miguel stood frozen, staring at the holo-projection of his father restrained but receiving treatment. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out the alarms, the voices, everything except the image of *him*. Gabriel Lorca. His father.
Miguel stood frozen, staring at the holo-projection of his father restrained but receiving treatment. His heart pounded in his chest, drowning out the alarms, the voices, everything except the image of *him*. Gabriel Lorca. His father.
\\ Go ahead and look through my opens//
March 27, 2025 at 8:54 AM
\\ Go ahead and look through my opens//
Jaime gestured to his helmsman.
"Take us to warp."
In a flash of blue, the *Vanguard* **jumped away**, leaving the *Buran* to fume in its wake—outmaneuvered, outgunned, and outplayed.
"Take us to warp."
In a flash of blue, the *Vanguard* **jumped away**, leaving the *Buran* to fume in its wake—outmaneuvered, outgunned, and outplayed.
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Jaime gestured to his helmsman.
"Take us to warp."
In a flash of blue, the *Vanguard* **jumped away**, leaving the *Buran* to fume in its wake—outmaneuvered, outgunned, and outplayed.
"Take us to warp."
In a flash of blue, the *Vanguard* **jumped away**, leaving the *Buran* to fume in its wake—outmaneuvered, outgunned, and outplayed.
"You wanna board my ship? Be my guest. *Try* to arrest me. But remember, *niña*," he grinned, baring teeth like a wolf, "I don’t play by your rules. I play to *win*."
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
"You wanna board my ship? Be my guest. *Try* to arrest me. But remember, *niña*," he grinned, baring teeth like a wolf, "I don’t play by your rules. I play to *win*."
As he spoke, a **holo-projection activated on the Buran’s bridge, showing Gabriel Lorca in the Vanguard’s med bay—clearly restrained but being medically treated.** It was a power move, a reminder that Jaime was the one controlling this game.
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
As he spoke, a **holo-projection activated on the Buran’s bridge, showing Gabriel Lorca in the Vanguard’s med bay—clearly restrained but being medically treated.** It was a power move, a reminder that Jaime was the one controlling this game.
to me. And *sobrino*—" his voice dropped into something almost affectionate but still condescending, "—you *do* realize the moment you opened fire, you gave me a *casus belli* to do whatever the hell I want?"
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
to me. And *sobrino*—" his voice dropped into something almost affectionate but still condescending, "—you *do* realize the moment you opened fire, you gave me a *casus belli* to do whatever the hell I want?"
"Now, Kat, *mi vieja amiga*," Jaime's voice came through the comm, casual and infuriatingly self-assured, "I’d hate to see you blow your own ship to hell trying to get
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
"Now, Kat, *mi vieja amiga*," Jaime's voice came through the comm, casual and infuriatingly self-assured, "I’d hate to see you blow your own ship to hell trying to get
position. Jaime had lined up **his weapons right over their shield emitters, ready to punch straight through them.**
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
position. Jaime had lined up **his weapons right over their shield emitters, ready to punch straight through them.**
The *Vanguard* **reappeared**—not where it had been, but **directly above the Buran, dorsal-side to dorsal-side, barely meters apart**. It was an audacious move, one that put the Buran in an impossible tactical
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
The *Vanguard* **reappeared**—not where it had been, but **directly above the Buran, dorsal-side to dorsal-side, barely meters apart**. It was an audacious move, one that put the Buran in an impossible tactical
An instant later, alarms blared across the *Buran’s* bridge as proximity alerts went wild.
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
An instant later, alarms blared across the *Buran’s* bridge as proximity alerts went wild.
Before Kat could fire, the *Vanguard* suddenly **phased out of existence**—not just cloaked, but seemingly *vanished* from sensors. It wasn’t Klingon. It wasn’t Romulan. This was **Jaime’s own tech**, and it was unlike anything Starfleet had ever encountered.
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Before Kat could fire, the *Vanguard* suddenly **phased out of existence**—not just cloaked, but seemingly *vanished* from sensors. It wasn’t Klingon. It wasn’t Romulan. This was **Jaime’s own tech**, and it was unlike anything Starfleet had ever encountered.
thinks she’s got me cornered. But you and I both know—" he tapped the sleek control panel on his armrest, "—I'm always three moves ahead."
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
thinks she’s got me cornered. But you and I both know—" he tapped the sleek control panel on his armrest, "—I'm always three moves ahead."
"Oh, *Querido Miguel*," he mused, his voice dripping with amusement as he turned toward the viewscreen, addressing his nephew with a cocky smirk. "Your dear *Tía*
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
"Oh, *Querido Miguel*," he mused, his voice dripping with amusement as he turned toward the viewscreen, addressing his nephew with a cocky smirk. "Your dear *Tía*
Jaime Lorca was already a step ahead. The moment Kat locked torpedoes onto the *Vanguard*, he smirked, shaking his head as he leaned casually against the command chair.
March 26, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Jaime Lorca was already a step ahead. The moment Kat locked torpedoes onto the *Vanguard*, he smirked, shaking his head as he leaned casually against the command chair.
March 26, 2025 at 9:10 PM
Miguel, he grinned. “*
M’hijo,*” he said smoothly, letting the nickname hang. “Didn’t your *papá* ever teach you to respect your elders? ‘Specially the ones who *win?*”
The smirk widened. “Face it—you already lost.”
And with that, he cut the feed.
M’hijo,*” he said smoothly, letting the nickname hang. “Didn’t your *papá* ever teach you to respect your elders? ‘Specially the ones who *win?*”
The smirk widened. “Face it—you already lost.”
And with that, he cut the feed.
March 26, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Miguel, he grinned. “*
M’hijo,*” he said smoothly, letting the nickname hang. “Didn’t your *papá* ever teach you to respect your elders? ‘Specially the ones who *win?*”
The smirk widened. “Face it—you already lost.”
And with that, he cut the feed.
M’hijo,*” he said smoothly, letting the nickname hang. “Didn’t your *papá* ever teach you to respect your elders? ‘Specially the ones who *win?*”
The smirk widened. “Face it—you already lost.”
And with that, he cut the feed.
out and unconscious but clearly being stabilized, medics working around him. Jam Then, as if finally acknowledging
March 26, 2025 at 8:37 PM
out and unconscious but clearly being stabilized, medics working around him. Jam Then, as if finally acknowledging
The screen widened just enough for her and Miguel to get a clear view—Gabriel, laid
March 26, 2025 at 8:37 PM
The screen widened just enough for her and Miguel to get a clear view—Gabriel, laid
C’mon now.” He tilted his head, feigning disappointment. “I thought you knew me better.”
March 26, 2025 at 8:37 PM
C’mon now.” He tilted his head, feigning disappointment. “I thought you knew me better.”