The winged insignia of Decepticon Aerospace spnins once and then fades, revealing the grim presence of Ramjet. He is leaned into the camera, his right arm propped against the edge of a desk. In his hot little hand is a chunky black box with a slender antenna jutting from the top and a red light set in the center, above two stubby nozzles. It swings slightly in Ramjet's hand, squeaking menacingly. "Hhhh..." Ramjet breathes but says nothing at all. Ramjet just brought pride back to Decepticon Aerospace.
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