[ Hell of an opener. Lorca takes a long, measured breath. There's plenty here and now to stoke his displeasure. Tyler's misuse of the chance Lorca gave him will not be granted a seat at the table. From the brittle quality her expression takes on, it would be premature and uninformed.
He braces at the pivot to Klingons. Tyler's trauma rearing its head, he assumes wrongly. The turn she takes pleats his brow; the terminus threatens to fascinate and nonplus him. The mechanics of it have the potential to impress. But it's the emotion that she's trying to communicate. He feels it, intrinsically.
Righteousness, unadorned. Far from the light of Federation idealism.
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Date: 2026-02-16 02:24 am (UTC)He braces at the pivot to Klingons. Tyler's trauma rearing its head, he assumes wrongly. The turn she takes pleats his brow; the terminus threatens to fascinate and nonplus him. The mechanics of it have the potential to impress. But it's the emotion that she's trying to communicate. He feels it, intrinsically.
Righteousness, unadorned. Far from the light of Federation idealism.
He used her.
He used them both. ]
And when the Klingon woke up?