Like a shadow on the edge of one's consciousness, the darkling spires of New Polyhex rise up before you like the ethereal nightmare of some age, long past. There had been stories, rumors, perhaps, of the rebirth of this city. Foolish boasts of the glory of the new Decepticon capital. The sheer size of the city, the darkness of the towers and highrise buildings which compose the city, the efficiency of the troops marching in pristine order, to and fro, along the roadways... all of them symbolize but one thing: power. Sheer, and absolute power. "Rammin' em," he clarifies.