The Solana Galaxy was, for the most part, peaceful, now that a certain cyborg had called off his attacks and decided to try working for the Q-Force for a change.

Nefarious' new space station now had a permanent residence near Veldin, along with the Q-Force's ship, but not too close. He refused to be within thirty feet of Qwark, which everyone agreed with. Sometimes their arguments would get a little dangerous due to Nefarious' dark matter energy and missiles. If it wasn't for Lawrence or Ratchet holding him back, Qwark would probably be dead by now.

Nefarious was in his station, engrossed in his work of designing new defenses, as Qwark had somehow been able to bypass his last ones, and the last thing he needed was the big idiot being able to roam around his station willy-nilly.

As he was working, a large shadow quietly came up behind him and watched him for a few seconds.

"One more lazar here…a pit of spikes there…blah, blah, blah…" he muttered to himself as he moved dots across the holographic screen.

"Hey Doc!"

Nefarious yelped as a voice shouted in his ear. He leaped a foot in the air, before landing behind his desk. He glared at the owner of the voice, wishing the 'looks could kill' quote was true.

"Ratchet and Clank are here sir." Lawrence announced as he walked into the room, followed by the aforementioned heroes.

"Aaand Qwark followed us…" Ratchet sighed, annoyance evident in his voice.

"…Don't say he's coming, don't say he's coming…" Nefarious quietly begged as he put his hands together pleadingly.

"Guess what? I'm coming with you guys!" Qwark exclaimed happily.

Nefarious glared at Ratchet and Clank.

"We had NOTHING to do with it…" Ratchet stated.

"Well, in that case, I'm STAYING HERE!"

"Oh come on Doc, we've already got reservations ready, so let's go!" Qwark exclaimed, and ran out of the room.

"I'm not coming." Nefarious grumbled, plopping down in his chair.

"C'mon Nefarious, it won't be that bad." Ratchet said.

"The whole point of this for me was to get away from that moron for a couple of days! If he's coming, then I'm staying!"

"But it's the Solana Day Spa! Do you know how hard it is to get a reservation there? It took me 3 days to get all of us in! Qwark got in just because he's the president. If not all of us show up, they cancel the appointment, and I don't know about you, but I for one would like to have a mini vacation seeing as I spent my last one saving planets from possessed monsters."

Nefarious merely sat there, chin resting in his hand as he thought things over. He would like to go, and before, it sounded like a great idea! Now that Qwark was going though, he couldn't believe Ratchet was expecting him to still come and not try to kill the oversized monkey!

"Sir, if I may, I would also like to have the day off." Lawrence stated.

"I'd like to have the day off from Qwark! We don't always get what we want!" Nefarious retorted.

Lawrence sighed.

"Alright sir, I didn't want to do this, but if we don't go, I'm afraid I'll have to show the Q-Force one of your auditions for a certain show…"

Nefarious was by the door so fast everyone did a double take.

"You losers coming or not?" he growled, aiming a glare at Lawrence.

"What audition?" Ratchet asked quietly as they headed for the ship.

"Trust me Ratchet, you do not wish to know…" Clank replied, shuddering a little.

"It's about time guys, I was gonna leave without you!" Qwark exclaimed as everyone piled into Aphelion. Nefarious shot a death glare at him.

"Hey, if anything, we can always leave him on an asteroid…" Ratchet stated quietly with a smirk.

"Why wait?" Nefarious asked, grinning at the idea.

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