On Any Given Sunday
Posted on Mon Jun 29, 2026 @ 6:01am by Master Chief Petty Officer Marion Sunday & Commodore T'mpest Michaels & Commander Cara Letsul
1,402 words; about a 7 minute read
Mission:
Jubilee
Location: Captain's Ready Room - Deck 12
Marion 'Billy' Sunday stepped off the turbolift and into the corridor of deck 12. He had been on station Deep Space Five for about five minutes. The offer to settle into his quarters was offered and rejected. There was only one thing for a man of Sunday's station and history to do when they arrived at a new assignment. So, he found himself in front of the Captain's Ready Room and rang the chime.
T'mpest and Cara were discussing the day's reports when the door chimed. T'mpest raised an eyebrow. "No one is expected."
She set her PADD on the table and stood. "Enter." Then she moved over to the door to greet the new arrival.
Cara was reading over the upcoming events, one of which was the Elvis impersonator competition. The ring of the chime caused her to put the PADD down, rising from her seat to stand next to T'mpest.
"I hadn't heard anything either. I am very interested in who has just arrived." Cara remarked, having a warm smile.
Contrary to her previous demeanor, Cara seemed to be in more high spirits.
Sunday stepped into the office and mustered to attention. A smart sharp salute with his right hand to his right temple was rendered. "Command Master Chief Billy Sunday reporting as ordered ma'am." He held both the attention and salute until acknowledged by the officers present. Sunday knew this was no longer procedure, but it was also never fully removed from procedure. So, as an homage to his friends all those centuries ago he continued the traditions of old.
"At ease." T'mpest simply raised an eyebrow at the name Billy. It wasn't in his profile. But if that was what he called himself, who was she to quibble. "Command master chief, welcome to Deep Space 5. I am Commodore T'mpest Michaels and this is my first officer, Commander Cara Letsul. Please, have a seat." She indicated another chair at the small table they were using and moved her PADDS off to the side.
It was a rather pointed assessing gaze that Cara gave Sunday. The way Sunday held himself, spoke volumes, and the experience radiated from him.
"Welcome to Deep Space Five, Command Master Chief Sunday." Cara greeted him, settling in her seat, clasping her hands in her lap.
At the order to at ease Billy dropped the salute and took the seat offered. Billy nodded in acknowledgement of the Commander. "Thank you ma'ams. It is a pleasure to be here." When he sat his back was straight and shoulders squared. It was the posture of a person with centuries of military training and tradition under their belt.
"Tell us a little about yourself," T'mpest began. She'd read his profile, but she wanted to hear what he had to say about himself.
"I have served this fleet since 2367. Well this time around. When one is as old as I you live a number of lifetimes. I have been in and out of Earth since the second world war. The science of war and battle is what fascinates me most. My people being spread through the diaspora made it easier for me to achieve this." Sunday chose not to mention his most eccentric of hobbies as he noticed the Captain was of Vulcan blood. Making her laugh would be for another time, this was neither the time nor was it the place.
"Yes. Our chief medical officer is also El Aurian. I look forward to what your knowledge base brings to the station."
"The El Aurian I have met so far have been enlightening, " Cara smiled. "I have valued their insights when it comes to different facets of life and different cultures." Her thoughts went to those whom she had met and had left a lasting impact on her life, there were three in particular Cara was thinking of. One of which she won't speak his name, but there was a fondness there.
"Yes, ma'am my people have a habit of making an impact on other's lives. My question at the moment is what kind of impact you have had on my people's lives. Those people being the great men and women of Starfleet." Sunday was a man of few words, and a man who was very stuck in his ways. His belief system had been cultivated over centuries. It was extremely hard to get him to see things any other way. At the moment he evaluated the two officers in front of him. Were they the type of people who would mistreat those under their command.
"I believe you would get a more accurate answer by asking others on the station than by asking either of us," T'mpest replied. "We can only tell you what we believe, or what we want you to believe. Start with Doctor Lio'ven. She can tell you who to talk with next. That will give you the answer you wish. Or it will not, which is another type of answer."
"Those of your people I've not gone out of my way to do any harm to them. and I can say that three of them I can say I've been on friendly terms. Asking around to find out the way we treat others, would be the best to find out." Cara smiling pleasantly.
Sunday stood and nodded. "Yes, straight from the horse's mouth as it were." He paused for a moment as he regarded something internally. "According to records there has not been a Chief of the Station here in quite some time. What do you expect now that you have one?"
T'mpest smiled. "A very good question. What do you see as your duties here?"
"I am to be the voice of the people of sorts. To make sure that the two of you know the needs and wants of the enlisted under your command. The other side of that street is also true. I need to make sure that the enlisted personnel aboard this vessel know what is expected of them from you." Sunday spoke with confidence. It was as if there was no argument with anything he said.
T'mpest nodded. "They need someone who will address their needs specifically. You and your services are most welcome. I am always willing to discuss changes to accommodate their needs."
"It will take me some time to get to know all the personnel, and what they may want or expect. However, once that is done I will have a report on your desk." There was the thought in the back of Billy's head that there was a lot of work to be done on this station. But, what else was he to expect. This place was out on the proverbial frontier. He did not imagine that general code of honor made it out this far.
"We have the time," T'mpest assured him. She would rather he do things right than rush through a report and have to do it over again. At the same time, this would give her a good chance to see what sort of man the Master Chief was.
"Ma'am, El Aurians such as myself have nothing but time. However, for others I have found that time is of the essence." Billy did not smile when he spoke, although this was his version of a joke. The millennia of military service made it so that even a joke sounded official.
Her only response was a half smile. "In that case, I will simply say, welcome to the station. Meet the senior officers and enlisted and give me your report when you are ready. For now, you are dismissed."
A twitch of the corners of her mouth Cara gave a nod, Oh most definitely he was a by the books man, and it was something Cara felt that he was someone who will be good for the station.
Marion Sunday gave a slight dip of his head in response to the dismissal. A quick about face and he was out of the office. There was something about those two, something that he could not put his finger on at least not yet. But, there seemed to be a lack of discipline. Well, then this Sunday was the new sheriff and that was all about to change.
Commander Cara Letsul
XO
Deep Space Five
Commodore T'mpest Michaels
CO
Deep Space Five
Master Chief Petty Officer Marion Sunday
COS
Deep Space Five
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