Qris and B’arq had been to the Academy again. They snuck into the discarded music room and brought back with them an odd assortment of Klingon percussion that they could use to make the drumkit. There were cymbals, gongs, a large kettle drum, three smaller marching drums and a truly ancient brass hunting drum that made an awesome sounding ‘snap.’
When Ahmed came to the space the next time, he brought with him a set of high helmets (they laughed at that one!)and a kick drum pedal that he and the jazz drummer at the Embassy had put together. Ahmed used a metal fabricator to attach the pedals to the modified set of tlhIngan percussion.
Ahmed was a little nervous when he sat at the drum kit. Qris, B’arq and Torn watched as the human sat. He adjusted the hunting drum so that it fit snugly between his thighs. He called up the sleep program, picked up a set small strikers and beat the drum with such force that the tlhIngan‘s eyes flinched with each crack. Ahmed started with a paradiddle around the mounted toms and ended with a backhanded crash of the gong behind him.
“That should be do it,” he said in his bad tlhIngan grammar. He did a quick ‘rap, rap, bla-dat’ on the snare drum. He then kicked in with a swinging beat. B’arq picked up his bass, played a quick run down the fretboard, then laid in with a blues shuffle that expertly matched Ahmed’s beating. Qris joined in with a large smile pasted to his lips. He soloed over B’arq’s base lines for a few measures, then led B’arq toward the song baD tu D’ bon by jorj’ tere’ghuD
Torn picked up his voice amplifier and started singing.
nenghepwI jIta’
muDech quppu’
muleng mumer’a’
duHHeywIj mutu’
nura’na’ Sa’maj
batlhDag yu’Qo’
jIpup mulengchu’
jiSuvwI’, vajna’
chorus:
ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-na’
[very loosely translated for the song's flow]
ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-na’
ji-ji-ji-ji-ji-na’
jiSuvwI’,vaj
Qris’ heart was light and flowing with the power of the music that they played. Ahmed pounded out the human beats on the drums, the sound like the beating of Qris’s tlhIngan heart, louder than he could have ever imagined. He relished in the sonic assault of his amp turned up at full volume, the notes sounding better than ever. His guitar tone was like lightning to B’arq’s thunderous low end. The bass riffs boomed through his bowels and shook his mind. Torn’s rich, deep voice filled out the rest of the frequencies, his muscular arms pumping through the air with the beat.
Qris caught a glance at the human as he sweated behind the drums. Ahmed was playing without his shirt off, and Qris was surprised to see Ahmed’s huge muscles move beneath his taut black skin. The human was a powerhouse!
Coming Soon: Chapter Two
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