Galvatron stands in the IHQ Command Center, scrolling threw important news from his various new holdings throughout the galaxy, prizes claimed from the killing of Primanoctus. He sent an urgent missive to Apeface to meet him here -- but it being Apeface, Galvatron of course has 50 / 50 odds of actually /getting/ that meeting. Nonetheless, he waits, scowling at news of unrest among his new, distant subjects. "Hhhrg." Galvatron scowls, but realizes that this is as much as he's likely to get from Apeface.