Lt Cmdr Wil Ukinix - High and Low
Wil Ukinix
((Outer Hull, USS Veritas, Kidman I))
Ukinix: ::Pretend posh voice::
Captain. If I may, I humbly request your participation on the dance floor.
He placed one hand on his stomach, the other hand on his lower back, and gave a polite bow.
Ukinix: ::Pretend posh voice:: If it’s not too much for a “gentleman” to ask.
Rahman: Oh? Well, all right then... if that's an order.
He then placed his hand on his hips, and gave a loud whistle through his teeth to get everyone’s attention.
Ukinix: Oi, listen up you lot! If we somehow got marooned on this planet, we’d want archaeological members of a future species discover that ::Pointing at “VERITAS” letters:: those letters were the subject
of some kind of ritual celebration. Grab a drink, let’s dance!
Flynn: ::Raising his hand to mouth.:: You heard the man, we have a job to do!
Any: Response
Wil made his way back to Gabi and Kionn. Regardless if anyone else joined them or not, he was going to get his funk on.
(Not that he really understood what the old Terran word “Funk” really meant.
Was it a type of dance? A musical genre?
A mindset?
A fashion? What did “Ashes to Ashes, Funk to Funky” even mean?
What as “Uptown Funk” as opposed to other types of funk… whatever those other types were?
Regardless, whatever funk what was, he was having some of it)
Porchevska/Rao: Responses
Ukinix: We shall see. In the meantime, let’s funk away.
Flynn: Did someone call for some funk?
Porchevska/Rao/Any: Response
Flynn: ::Laughing:: Let’s get to it then!
Just as the music changed to the next track (OOC:
as requested by Mr Rao, for your listening pleasure!) from Wil’s playlist, Antero began to dance.
After a slow start, he closed his eyes and began to exaggerate his movements and move his body in time to the beat – without spilling a drop from his drink.
The Risian was a professional on two fronts.
Wil was suitably impressed.
Ukinix: ::Clapping hands:: Yeeeahhh Commander!
Porchevska/Rao/Any: Response
Flynn: You just have to feel it. It’s about tapping into the emotion, embracing your own spirit, showing some sexy and some swagger. ::He took a sip of his drink through a grin:: Or something like that.
Ukinix: ::Dancing, cheeky grin:: A philosophy to live by.
Porchevska/Rao/Any: Response
Ukinix: Excuse me for a moment. I’ve got another activity I need to set up.
With a smile he moved away from the group and made his way to a nearby table that contained two very important items.
His PADD, and a bottle of beer. As he made his way to the aft section of the saucer, he passed Blake and Parker who were deep in conversation.
Through all of the emotions he was subconsciously sensing, he became consciously aware of one specific emotion – similar to something he’d felt before in the newly minted Commander…
((Flashback - Hallway, Deck 4, USS Veritas - 239608.28)
Blake: When we were down on the surface interviewing Suttirat for the first time, he directed us towards Lukaik's locker. I suggested we break into it—low and behold; we found the murder weapon.
Ukinix: We’ve all had to be, hmm, “innovative” to get to the bottom of this murder investigation.
::Smiling, slight shake of head:: Don’t be too hard on yourself.
Blake: Lukaik's dead, Wil. And he might not have died had I stuck to the rulebook. Because of that, his death might as well be on me. Rairen will have to handle the fallout from that.
Oh, yeah. That.
Wil looked down and pondered for a moment.
He looked back and noticed Sky’s tense expression that was accentuated by her firmly clenched jaw line.
Ukinix: This whole sordid affair has claimed unwitting victims, and it was started by actions by many people in different ways well before we got the planet.
We’ve all been caught up in it one way or another.
I didn’t anticipate getting arrested for a fight with some xenophobic d$@#heads, how could have you, or anyone else have anticipated what Lukiak was going to do.
It’s absolutely tragic what happened to him, like really –
He cut himself off, he couldn’t find the words for the sadness he felt.
Whenever someone died, he always thought about their loved ones, regardless of who they were or what they had done.
Ukinix: ::swallowing:: - just awful.
His chest rose as he took in a deep breath, before he continued.
Ukinix: But you don’t know what he was going through.
We all joined Starfleet to make things better, and we do that to the best of our abilities.
::Nodding:: You did just that, so did I.
And we’ll learn from our mistakes and get better.
Blake: You act like you'd be a witness in the unlikely event I'm taken to trial.
Ukinix: ::Smiling:: Shamelessly. I am implicitly on your side.
((End Flashback))
As he walked past Parker and Blake, he caught the end of Blake’s sentence.
Blake: … these processes because we've tried everything else during the ship's time here, and non-aggression is the
best way forward.
Ukinix: oO That sounds like a heavy conversation. Oo
While walking, he raised his drink to the pair and gave them a friendly wink, before reaching the back of the hull at a safe distance from the edge.
Pressing a few buttons on his PADD sent some instuctrions to the transporters to make several golf tees and matching clubs materialise.
Nearby appeared a huge bucket of golf balls.
He picked up one of the clubs, grabbed a ball, then placed it in one of the tees.
He concentrated for a few seconds, before pulling the golf club back over his hand, and then swinging forward.
The ball launched at a furious pace at around 40 degrees, slicing into one of the nacelles before bouncing towards a tree in the distance, causing birds that were happily perched in it to have to suddenly abandon their comfortable position out of an
abundance of caution at the strange object.
With a smile, he turned around and addressed the crew that were on the hull, talking as loud as he could over the loud music.
Ukinix: ::Raised voice:: Who’s up for some golf!
Any: Response