They walked together in silence for a few moments, each of them digesting the others words when suddenly Ciylo realized he hadn't asked her how she got here. He reached out grabbing her shoulder and spun her around to face him.
"Wait, how the hell did you get here?" he asked.
"Agba dropped me here last night," she replied quietly.
"Agba? Agba himself brought you here?," he asked, a very real shiver traveling down his spine as he waited her reply.
"Yes. He's had me held captive ever since Evil, Jarron and I were sent to get the attack coordinates for Iridonia. I've been on Genosis ever since that day," she said.
Ciylo fell silent for a brief second and then removed his mask again and brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead. "Christ," he cursed. "We have been searching for him for over a year and you're telling me he's been right where we left him this entire time?" he asked.
"I'm not sure if he has, but I was. He never moved me. He might use that as a semi-permanent base or something," Agassiz said.
"This bullshit doesn't make any sense whatsoever," Ciylo spat. "Once we get you back to the Warlord we need to sort all this out," he paused, "Unless you already know," he stared at her noticing the shift in her demeanor. "What did he tell you Agassiz? What do you already know?," he asked.
She shook her head and all he got from her was hate and suffering. "Get out of my head Ciylo! I don't even know you, except that you replaced me after that bitch left me there to die and took the only thing that ever mattered to me with her!," she screamed at him. He snorted and then raised his hand, lifting her by the throat without touching her, and squeezed.
"Choose your sides wisely Agassiz, for in you much hatred for your own kind lies," he warned. He let her go, dropping her to the ground, and when she had stood again he shoved her towards the speeder.
Agassiz tried to catch herself as she stumbled from his shove, but in her weakened state she fell to the ground again and scrambled to get back up. She had thought for a moment that perhaps he was different than the other disciples, especially with what he had said about Rajnos but in the end they all obeyed the Warlord without hesitation no matter what they personally thought of him. Sighing, she almost wished she were back with Agba, because now she worried for her life again. At least Agba needed her alive, Marca would not. As they made their way back, she wrapped her arms around herself and let the tears run freely down her face. Thrace met them about fifteen minutes later and they all boarded the speeder to return to the Warlord.
Ciylo was beyond confused. This situation did not bode well in anyway shape or form. Marca was near mad with what was going on and Agassizs' return proved to him that Agba was merely toying with the disciples. He rubbed his chest again wondering if her words were true or if he was just plain having a heart attack over the nonsense the Warlord had created. He sighed and tried to get a read on Thrace, who was absolutely blank minded at this point, dumb fucker, and then to Agassiz to which she merely growled and forcefully blocked him out. This meeting with Marca was going to prove interesting to say the least. And he was not looking forward to it at all.