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#StarTrekRP #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
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“ "Don't look at me like that. I didn't start this mess... but let's be real, I sure as hell didn’t stop it either."

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🪐OC son of Gabriel and and Kat Lorca
✨17 years Rp Experience
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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.
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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.*
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**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**.
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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.
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### *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.
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𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛: Commander (1st officer) & scientist

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎: Delta Quadrant.

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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.
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"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*."
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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.
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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?"
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"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
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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
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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.
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"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*
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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.
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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.