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Chapter 4

Back on the bridge, Chi and Winkle sat behind Packerhound as he made a few last modifications to the demo kit he planned to send to Slink Arrowheart. He packaged everything together, including the rock video, bios on each of the Poison Nickels, a short document detailing their cause, penned by Goorn and translated by Packerhound’s language protocols.

Packerhound included a video message from Chi, detailing the plight of the Poison Nickels. He had helped Chi to spin the message in such a way that it would draw sympathy from the audience and, hence, profits to the Collundrome. Chi didn’t argue. He just delivered the script a handful of times until Packerhound felt that he had what he needed.

With the demo kit all wrapped up, Packerhound looked over his shoulder at Chi and Winkle. “Are you gentlemen ready to make Ice Beetle history?”

“We are only concerned with the preservation of our species,” Chi said.

“Whatever,” Packerhound said. He pushed the send button and watched a quick tick-off as the data package spun off into space. Once the message left the Blood Drive’s computers, Packerhound rocked back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest in satisfaction.

“What now?” Chi asked.

“Now we wait. Arrowheart should receive the demo kit within two days. We are five days away from the Collundrome.”

“What if he doesn’t like us?” Winkle said.

“My only hope is that he contacts the Blood Drive personally. I can be quite persuasive,” Packerhound said, swiveling his chair around so he could face the two members of the Poison Nickels.

“Thank you for everything, Packerhound,” Chi said.

“My indelible pleasure, my friends.”

With the demo packet off, the Poison Nickels spent most of their time practicing their instruments. Day by day, hour by hour, they became more proficient at the musical technology Stig had provided, performing the songs Goorn had crafted. It came down to time--time that the Poison Nickels’ families back on Hull did not have.

Funk Toast and the Pan-Galactic Prom Show

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