Long has this day awaited. It had worn heavily on the mind of the Abominor. Shut down day. The great body of Rhonyards, the Machine God, the living world, would die this day. He had chosen so before all his systems failed. A slow shambling death was not for the likes of Rhonyards. While he would like nothing better than to die in battle against his mortal enemies, it was an impossible wish. Now... he did this for his children, his droids, the billions that had come to worship him. He told them he will ascend to a higher plane. Leaving behind the mortal world for something greater. To his worshipers he promised they would come with him, to become as Gods. For the likes of Commander though. There would be no ascendance. As one of Rhonyards children, he was to remain behind and continue. To enact his will, or bring their own purpose if they were to forsake him.
Commander had no forthcoming conclusion on these matters. Still he questioned whether Rhonyards would become a true God, or simply die as everything did. Such was the fundamental workings of the universe. Everything had an end. Whether is was short or lasted to the very, very end. Commander had no doubts about his own mortality. Why would Rhonyards be different?
The time neared and his presence was required be bear witness to The Ascendance. His servos activated and his gigantic bulk carried forward from the hill he'd been contemplating on. A long winding path lead down into a valley that housed Rhonyards Core. Though long had it been built over like a grand cathedral of scrap his followers had construed. It was once told to him that this is where Rhonyards fell to the planet and began to spread out over it. Others told him this was simply something the God himself made for his worshipers long ago. The whole world was the body of Rhonyards, from it's core to most of the surface. Commander had never bothered to ask his father the truth. He didn't need it.
Commander had no forthcoming conclusion on these matters. Still he questioned whether Rhonyards would become a true God, or simply die as everything did. Such was the fundamental workings of the universe. Everything had an end. Whether is was short or lasted to the very, very end. Commander had no doubts about his own mortality. Why would Rhonyards be different?
The time neared and his presence was required be bear witness to The Ascendance. His servos activated and his gigantic bulk carried forward from the hill he'd been contemplating on. A long winding path lead down into a valley that housed Rhonyards Core. Though long had it been built over like a grand cathedral of scrap his followers had construed. It was once told to him that this is where Rhonyards fell to the planet and began to spread out over it. Others told him this was simply something the God himself made for his worshipers long ago. The whole world was the body of Rhonyards, from it's core to most of the surface. Commander had never bothered to ask his father the truth. He didn't need it.