Lt Cmdr Wil Ukinix - Never Had So Much Fun
Wil Ukinix
((Adelaide Town Hall, Esperance))
Solak: I am attempting to understand human influence, and why it has been so pervasive.
This brand of music is deliberately underproduced and energetic, and the Klingon musicians performing it seem to revel in their own dishonor.
I find it fascinating that this could be considered a viable art form.
Orrey: If you want to look into something like that, you should look at the things that come before it. Often in human history big changes and big shifts in entertainment usually come in response to another thing. So this being underproduced is likely
in response to something that was overproduced. People enjoy being contrary.
Right at that moment, the song finished, but the band members didn’t wait for a break to play the next song.
Instead, they rolled straight into it.
The beat of the new song was very fast, and it caused their fans closest to the stage to begin jumping into each other.
It wasn’t long before that spread, and bystanders were soon targeted with a “friendly” bump or two from another random patron.
Wil managed to be in the firing line of two people who were searching out someone to playfully yet firmly bump into, sending him careening back a few steps.
Ukinix: Holy #@%@!
Solak: ::Raised eyebrow, To Wil:: Did that frighten you, Commander?
Orrey: You in one piece man?
Ukinix: ::Rubbing bruise on upper arm while looking at Jansen:: I’m going to the bar to get us some beers.
I think we might need ‘em.
But just as he tried to make his way through the bar, someone picked Wil up high into the air.
Everyone around put their hands up high in the air.
The Chief Engineer fell backwards with a “WOAH” before he was carried by lots of hands in the direction of the stage.
Ukinix: Jansen! Help!
Orrey: ::looking at Solak and throwing his hand out toward the far edge of the crowd:: We can’t grab him back, go around the edge that way and let's try to head them off at the edge of the stage. Ensign follow me and we will try to grab him down when
we get the chance.
Solak: Understood.
But that was the last thing Wil heard from his fellow crew.
Form that point on, all he heard was a combination of cheers, loud singing and of course the music of the Klingon acid punk band as he was carried, above the crowd, towards the stage.
He tried to twist his body, but no move he made seemed to work.
He kept getting closer and closer to the stage.
And the hands that were carrying him were intent on his destination – the stage.
Ukinix: Let me down!
But everyone of course ignored him. Mainly because they couldn’t hear him.
The feeling of elation and enjoyment that he was sensing in everyone was interrupted by one of concern.
Orrey: Wil! Grab on to us!
Wil reached out his hand towards Jansen.
He felt Solak’s arm grab him, the Vulcan’s natural strength pulling Wil against the tide.
Then there was a hand on his ankle, also with the same level of strength.
From there Wil felt himself being pulled in two directions.
Eventually, the crowd won. Wil’s body was pushed, against his will (pun fully intended) towards and ultimately on to the stage.
Finally on stage and released from the crowd’s gravitational pull, Wil stood up and looked out at the crowd, who were enthusiastically and deliberately bumping into each other.
A big smile formed on his face. He lifted his arms in triumph.
Near the side of the crowd he could see Jansen, Solak and Tina Jonas.
With a deliberate grin, the Chief Engineer jumped back into the crowd, this time in the direction of his fellow crew mates.
Within seconds, Solak pulled Wil from the top of the crowd and lowered him down so that he was standing once again with his crewmates.
Solak: ::Raised voice:: Commander.
Are you in need of medical assistance? Would you like to return to the ship?
Ukinix: ::Raised voice, smirking:: Nnnnnup!
He gave a glance to the propulsion specialist Tina Jonas, who simply shook his head at him, before Wil stepped sideways to stand next to his good friend Jansen.
The enthusiasm of the crowd was infectious, and the music laced with Klingon lyrics about dishonour and disappointment were thoroughly enjoyable.
He bobbed his head along to the fast beat of the music.
Solak simply raised an eyebrow, before turning his attention back to the band.
As far as Wil was concerned, a Klingon acid punk gig was a great way to end his time on his favourite place in The Shoals – Esperance.
Fin!