The Coy Method - SAR in the Badlands IV

Posted on Thu Sep 18th, 2025 @ 1:26pm by Commander Rosa Coy

792 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Character Development
Location: Badlands

Back on the Sunfire, the Type-11 shuttles hummed softly in the dock, their hulls still vibrating with residual energy from the Badlands’ plasma storm. Rosa stood at the head of the briefing table, black eyes scanning the six cadets, sharp and deliberate. Coy’s presence whispered in her mind, low, teasing, almost licking the edges of her restraint.

”Every one of them felt your passion out there. They saw you. And you loved every minute of it.”

Rosa ignored the shiver, though her lips twitched. ”Control, Coy. Maintain control.”

“Cadets,” she began, voice clipped, precise, “today was a real-world test, not a simulation. Every decision you made out there had immediate consequences. Some of you handled it better than others.” Her gaze flicked to Arven. “Mr. Arven, your impulsiveness almost cost us the formation. Learn to restrain the instinct to show off.”

Arven swallowed, nodding.

Rosa’s gaze swept the cadets again, lingering on each just long enough to make them feel the weight of her assessment. Threx’s Andorian composure had cracked under the storm, but she’d rebounded impressively. “Lieutenant Threx, your aggression is an asset when harnessed correctly. Do not mistake recklessness for courage.”

Coy purred in her mind, ”We’d show her exactly how to harness it… if you were feeling less disciplined.” Rosa’s jaw tightened, resisting a shiver that had nothing to do with the adrenaline.

Sira Lenar drew Rosa’s attention next, her earnest Bajoran face flushed with a mix of fear and triumph. “Cadet Sira, you held your vector, maintained composure, and listened to commands. You almost let your idealism override survival instincts, but today you demonstrated growth.”

Coy whispered again, mischievous and dark: ”You’d let her lean on you, wouldn’t you? Or rather, wrap up in your arms. Oh my.” Rosa tightened her fist discreetly under the table, the heat rising in her chest, her pulse hammering.

Jeyna Rel’s Trill precision had faltered at the worst moment. “Cadet Rel, theory is vital, but in-field adaptation is what separates survival from disaster. Today, you learned how vital instinctive trust is—trust in your pilot, your wingman, and yourself.”

Coy snickered: ”And yet, I wonder how instinctive you are in other… areas.”

Dalkor had been noisy, argumentative, but Rosa had guided him through every misstep. “Cadet Dalkor, your bluntness can mask insight. Don’t let stubbornness blind you to instruction. Harness it instead.”

Coy hummed lowly in her mind, ”Blunt and stubborn… like you when I whisper to you. Delicious, isn’t it?”

Finally, Veylin, calm and almost unflappable. “Cadet Veylin, your composure is a strength, but adaptability is your next frontier. Today, you took a calculated risk and survived. That’s progress.”

Coy’s teasing was relentless: ”So controlled… I want to see how much control you can lose.” Rosa breathed through it, forcing herself back into professionalism. Besides, Vulcans and lust did not mix well, too much controlled effort.

She drew a deep breath, letting the tension ebb just slightly, though the adrenaline still hummed in her veins like a live wire. She had driven her cadets to the edge, had danced through a storm, and survived the chaos herself.

Coy, of course, had not let her forget that every motion, every decision, every command had been an exquisite thrill.

“Lesson concluded,” Rosa said finally, sharp, precise, the professional mask back in place. “Get the Type-11s secured, run diagnostics, and report system integrity. The final test is one that will likely make or break your career. Dismissed.” The cadets moved quickly, some still wide-eyed, some exchanging glances of begrudging respect.

Rosa exhaled, letting herself relax just enough to feel the lingering hum of adrenaline, the pulse of triumph and thrill. Coy whispered, low and wicked: ”Now… reward yourself. Find a drink. Find something you can feel and let loose this storm inside you…”

She allowed herself a grin, sharp, predatory, letting the tension unravel just a touch. “I believe that’s exactly what I’ll do,” she murmured to no one, stepping toward the lift. Black eyes glinting, Trill markings sharp, she imagined the soft glow of a bar, the heat of strong spirits, and yes… someone willing to ride the edge of control alongside her.

Coy purred with satisfaction, triumphant: ”Finally! My sexy shag wagon, let’s see how delicious you can really be tonight.”

Rosa’s boots echoed down the corridor, each step measured, controlled, yet alive with the promise of indulgence. She had tested limits today, both theirs and her own, and now… it was time to chase the one thrill she couldn’t quite command: desire.

End

 

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