Summary: Events take a tragic turn when Depthcharge decides to investigate Unicron's head on his own Americon peeks his head into the odd chamber, looking around for the other inhabitants. Clutched in his hands is a little datapad. And other inhabitants there are a-plenty! Far from the quiet, empty tomb Unicron's head had been, it is now a hive of activity as gumby guard rubs shoulder with gumby scientist. And in the middle of the throng, seated upon a huge throne is Galvatron, watching the proceedings with customary stern gaze. Someone's been making himself at home. "PrEpArE, pRePaRe.."