Lorca woke up with a start, his senses at full alert. It was a habit that had kept him alive in his world but here seemed a waste of energy. Nothing fun happened here, unless he started it.
It was another day on the USS Discovery: research, experiment, discover... it was enough to drive a Terran to distraction. Till they got the spore drive working they couldn't even engage in a good old dog fight. How he longed for the rush that came in battle...but this was where he needed to be if he was ever to get home.
Lorca poured over reports in search of anything useful, anything that could get him home faster. He kept bumping into people whom he'd already killed or watched die or wanted dead. The one person he wanted to find was nearly within grasp, he just had to be patient for a little longer; he wondered how this universe had shaped her, how different could she be?
He looked at Cadet Tilly: a classic Federation creation, so meek and soft... how he missed Killy. Maybe with the right guidance he'd get to re-create the Slayer of Sorna Prime...though he wouldn't hold his breath... The battle simulations he ran daily we're getting better but this crew lacked the fear that drove Terrans to do everything.
Lorca was still trying to figure out their motivation, their pressure points. They shouldn't be that different... but they were... it started with their wish for peaceful exploration and co-existence and finished with a slave being his second in command... Kelpians... yummy.
His thoughts turned to Michael, as they usually did. The one he'd lost. She'd been formidable in every sense. She matched his appetites and ambition. They fit perfectly in a world where nothing was certain or lasted. If he had one weakness, it was her. He had great hopes for this Burnham, the Mutineer.