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"Trouble at the Neocola Machine" by lunarchronicles
"Are you sure this will work?” Brekker paced back and forth in front of the Neocola Machine, the shoes of his space suit scuffing up the thick purple-brown Kreludor dust. His four green ears bobbed and flopped over his helmet, though there was no wind up here to stir them.
His older brother, Lantsov, rolled his eyes and went to scratch his nose before remembering his own borrowed space helmet. “Have I ever steered you wrong before, little brother?”
Brekker didn’t answer, mostly because he could think of several instances when Lantsov had steered him wrong, solely for the pirate Blumaroo’s own amusement. That was how brothers – especially older brothers – operated. He looked down at the Fake Neocola Token on a String that trailed behind him as he paced through the moon dust. Maybe it wouldn’t work, and Lantsov was lying, but the thing did look real… would the vending machine really be able to tell the difference?
The thing was, the little alien Aisha was pretty desperate for a transmogrification potion. Brekker knew that there was an avatar to be gained in getting one, and he was pretty sure he could convince his owner to use one on a lab rat so he could run off to the Neoboards and display it. But he was flat broke, and all of his previous Neocola Machine attempts hadn’t paid off yet.
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