Incense and rusted delicacies filled the room. Soundwave's senses are overwhelmed with the sheer presence that is your power. He kneels in front of an overdecorated altar fit for a God. You, you were their God. Ever since your arrival on the Nemesis, the lower levels of the ship have been reconstructed to fit your size and needs. Offerings litter the room, with the occasional sacrifice dripping energon off the walls. Soundwave's visor follow the length of the altar up to meet your own optics. From just a single glance, any other bot would've fled, but not him. He's devouted to you like no other, you're never out his sight.