When Blueberry and the Decepticons finally arrived on Nebulos, they found themselves in a beautiful beachfront community. Residents and tourists alike lounged on the pretty beaches; sparklings played in the water as it gently lapped onto the sand.

By the shore were houses, hotels, and other buildings characteristic of such populated sectors. There was a bustling downtown, filled with mostly Autobots, but several stray Decepticons, mostly hanging in small packs. There were clubs for both Autobots and Decepticons, stores, hospitals, hotels, public parks, and other many interesting places.

The Nemesis had landed on the shore right off the beach—the Decepticons had tried not to look too conspicuous. After all, the ship was huge, pointy, purple, and, well…intimidating in general. It was a ship anybody would think Decepticons would reside in.

With each of them lugging a suitcase or two behind them, the tourists stepped off the ship and onto the boardwalk. Blueberry was struggling to tow her three heavy suitcases along, and although she was not complaining, Tomato felt sorry for her. It was going to be a long way to the hotel, and she couldn't fly, which would make it harder to carry everything.

"Transform and rise up!" called Megatron, as soon as they had gotten to the main part of the beach.

"Do you want me to carry your suitcases for you?" Tomato asked Blueberry. "I'm only carrying a small one so far."

"No, don't worry, I'll be—yikes!" Blueberry's suitcases, combined, probably weighed more than she did, so before Tomato knew it she had tripped and fallen on her face. "Ouch!"

"Here, I'll help." Tomato pulled Blueberry up, then grunted with effort as he tried to carry her many suitcases. That was when Megatron flew up to them in helicopter mode.

"Remember, Tomato, you can't fly in alt. mode," Megatron reminded Tomato. "And Blueberry can't fly either way. So hurry up and come with me."

Tomato and Blueberry lifted up two suitcases each, and (still in robot mode) carried them onto the helicopter. Smiling gratefully, Blueberry sat down inside, and Tomato sat next to her. With that taken care of, all the Decepticons (except Blackarachnia, who had to crawl in spider mode) took to the skies and tried to find a good place to stay for their vacation.

They had the money, of course, because this was an all-expense paid vacation, but there were so many to choose from. Lots of the hotels were five-star, but finally, Blueberry singled one out.

"Hey, I see a good one!" she cried, pointing out one of the helicopter's windows.

So, the Decepticons flew in closer to the hotel. It was called "Shady Acres Hotel and Suites", and the motto printed underneath was "Luxury off the Shores of Nebulos."

"What do you think?" Blueberry asked Megatron. (It was kind of strange to be talking to the vehicle they were riding in, but what else could they do?)

"We might as well check it out," Megatron replied. "What harm could it do?"

…

Blueberry and the Decepticons walked into the hotel, all in robot mode now and carrying their suitcases. Blueberry was holding one of hers, Tomato was carrying his and another one of Blueberry's, and Megatron had forced Lugnut to carry Blueberry's third suitcase, since it wasn't very heavy for him. All the others were just carrying their own and not sharing.

The hotel Blueberry had selected couldn't have been more beautiful. There were breathtaking paintings on the walls, and the walls themselves were made of pure white marble. The floor was shiny and clean as they walked over it, and out one of the windows they could see the sun sparkling on the water of the outdoor pool. There was a nice little sitting room off the main lobby, where new guests could relax from their long travel trip. To Blueberry's delight, there was a lending library only a few blocks away.

Behind the front desk, there was a receptionist 'bot waiting to check them in, and someone with a cart to carry their luggage. There was a plaque behind the desk, saying: "Welcome! Come One, Come All!"

"Welcome, valued guests." The receptionist greeted them with a smile and wave. "There certainly are a lot of you. Give your luggage to the luggage carrier, and we'll check you in."

"We ordered the all-expense paid Trip to Nebulos," Megatron told her. "The charges were paid off in advance on my credit download."

"Well, we'll have to check," the receptionist told him, and went on the computer where she made the reservations. "Your name, please?"

"Lord Megatron," Megatron replied. Tomato hoped this wouldn't get them kicked out of the hotel on their tailpipes—but luckily, his fears were unfounded. The receptionist didn't even turn her head; she just entered his name into the computer as usual.

"Why didn't she recognize his name?" Tomato whispered to Shockwave.

"She was probably just programmed to be a receptionist," Shockwave whispered back. "Most likely, she doesn't know the difference between Autobots and Decepticons."

"Oh," said Tomato. "That explains it."

"Well, Mr. Megatron," the receptionist was saying, "I see here that you did indeed sign up for the all-expense paid Tour of Nebulos, so welcome to our lovely planet. The program runs for exactly one week, so how many guests will we have for this next week?"

"Including me?" asked Megatron.

"Including you," the receptionist replied cheerily.

"Hmm…me, Shockwave, Tomato, Starscream, Lugnut, Blitzwing, Blackarachnia, Blueberry…" Megatron counted all of his guests with his finger. "We will have eight guests."

"How many rooms?" asked the receptionist.

"Well, it goes without saying that I get my own room," Megatron began. "But the rest of you will just have to share. Lugnut, Blitzwing, Blackarachnia, you three are roommates."

Blitzwing and Blackarachnia both groaned, and Lugnut protested, "But I want to room with you, my liege! I promise I will pleasure you!"

"I said I want my own room," Megatron insisted. "And I don't want to be 'pleasured' by you, Lugnut. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"So we still have to share?" said Blackarachnia, sounding particularly annoyed.

"I'm afraid so," Megatron replied. "Shockwave, Starscream, I suppose you two can be roommates…and, um, same for Blueberry and Tomato?"

"What?!" the two young 'bots cried at the same time, embarrassed, refusing to look at each other.

Shockwave walked up to Megatron and crossed his arms. "Are you sure that's such a good idea, my liege?"

"Two young 'bots, all alone in their own room?" Starscream added. "Really, Megatron?"

"And in heat, besides," Icy Blitzwing added.

"I don't care what they do," Megatron told him. "Why does it have to be any of my business?"

"Well, he's your own son, for starters," Starscream said sarcastically.

"And young 'bots simply can't be left alone for a whole week," Blackarachnia agreed, joining the conversation. "They multiply like space barnacles."

"HEL-LO!" Tomato suddenly yelled, causing Megatron, Shockwave, Starscream and Blackarachnia to stop talking and look over to him and Blueberry. "Did you all forget I'm STANDING RIGHT HERE?!"

"Oh, um…yeah," said Starscream, scratching his head. "Sorry."

Megatron cleared his throat. "Yes, um, in that case, Blackarachnia can room with Blueberry, Tomato can room with Starscream and Shockwave, and Lugnut and Blitzwing can be roommates. Is that okay with everyone?"

Blackarachnia looked relieved that she didn't have to stay with Blitzwing and Lugnut, even though Lugnut was still looking wistfully in Megatron's direction. Starscream shrugged, and Shockwave nodded in approval. Tomato muttered something incomprehensible, and Blueberry turned away; it was obvious she was a little embarrassed, too.

"How many rooms again, sir?" the receptionist asked again patiently.

"Four," Megatron said bluntly. "Make reservations for exactly one week, please."

"No problem," the receptionist replied, then entered the name "Lord Megatron" into her computer. "Our luggage carrier will escort you to your rooms promptly."

They decided to tour the rooms after that. All four of the rooms were very big, with two soft, fluffy beds. In Megatron's room, there was an elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a lovely painting hanging on the wall behind the bed. Each bed had its own nightstand and lamp.

There was a big balcony with drapes parted so that you could see the beautiful view of the beach through the window; they could see that night was slowly approaching. An adorable couch stood nearby the window, with beautiful pots of flowers by the window. Two chairs and a desk flanked the doorway. And, of course, there was a little cabinet with a TV inside. Off the main room was a self-maintenance room, too.

"This is…this is amazing!" said Blueberry.

"Are all the rooms like this, my liege?" Tomato asked.

"Yes," Megatron told him. "As you can see, it's near night…so get to your rooms."

"Our rooms?" Starscream cried. "But—but we just got here!"

"We've got all of next week to explore this place," Megatron told him strictly. "It's been a long day, and we're all tired. Get some sleep."

"YOU HEARD LORD MEGATRON!" hollered Lugnut. "DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!"

"Please, Lugnut, don't do my job for me," Megatron told his loyal servant, looking harried. "I can handle these imbeciles myself, thank you very much."

"All right," Starscream grumbled. "Shockwave, Tomato, let's go."

So, the three of them entered the room. Starscream flicked the lights on, and they found themselves with the same sleeping arrangements—two beds and one couch.

"Good thing nobody has to share a bed, I suppose," Shockwave said. "Who's going to sleep where?"

"I guess I can sleep on the couch," Tomato volunteered. "I'm the smallest, so I could fit the easiest. Plus, the couch looks comfy enough, right?"

"Yes, and thank you for volunteering," Shockwave replied.

"Do you guys want to watch some TV before bed, then?" asked Starscream, climbing into bed.

Tomato shook his head. "I seriously doubt that there's a TV show we could all agree on."

"Hey, what about Nebulos Has Idiots?" Starscream suggested. "This must be some comedy show that's native to Nebulos."

"I guess we could watch that," Tomato agreed, settling onto the couch and grabbing a pillow and blanket. "It sounds pretty funny."

Shockwave, already in bed, picked up the remote and turned on the TV show. It was a program similar to the popular Cybertronian game show Cybertron's Dumbest Citizens, but it was a game show about 'bots who were native to Nebulos instead. It turned out to be hilarious, and all three of them were laughing. It was too bad they didn't have that show back home.

The show ran late, and when it was finally over, Shockwave told them, "Well, I guess we should turn our lights out, now."

"Yes, goodnight, everyone," Starscream said.

"I'm totally excited for tomorrow!" Tomato added.

Shockwave clapped his hands twice, and the lights went out.