Evil stood breathing deeply a few hundred yards into the dense vegetation of the jungle. She had reluctantly left Bane in the roots of a large tree, cradling his face and telling him to stay quiet all the while sending him what love she could through the contact. He had smiled up and gurgled at her happily and then she had made him sleep. She had turned and ran/hobbled as fast as she could to put some distance between herself and him to maybe keep him safe from the Warlord. And at this point she was exhausted. She was physically and emotionally tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of being scared and worried, tired of wanting to die and within the maybe 30 minutes she had held the mind block on Ciylo she was mentally exhausted of his unconscious abilities fighting her back to release it. She allowed herself a few seconds to curse herself for underestimating Jarrons abilities at every turn. He was almost as powerful as she, but no one gave him credit. Holding her mind block must have been extremely difficult if she was anything like Ciylo. She took another deep breath, wiped her brow and straightened what clothing she had left after being left on the planet for over a year with minimal supplies and bared her right injured side to the Warlord as he came through the clearing to remind him of all she had given up and lost for his sake. She mimicked the bow she had given him on the ship that fatal morning just to drive the point home.
Rajnos came to a stop a few yards in front of her, sabre still ignited, but he faltered ever so slightly. Seeing her again after a year of being apart was like seeing her for the first time again. That cerulean blue and black skin, slick with sweat from the heat, the tall frame, deep cleft between her breasts and the strong, thick thighs that he was sure would hold him for days had him swallowing hard and opening his mouth to slightly to pant; the action covered well by the excuse of the heat and running. Evil stood from her bow and shifted the right side back to present him with the uninjured and perfection that was her left side, feeling from him that he was once again lost in her beauty and used it to play in the slight plan she had put together in the few moments she had before he arrived.
"Where is my son?," Rajnos demanded.
"Safe," she replied bobbing her head and shoulders in accordance with the legions laws when answering the Warlord.
"How could you?," he asked, visibly hurt, which surprised her and she had a hard time restraining the emotion from going across her face.
"You left me when I needed you the most, M'lord." She refused to hold back at this point. If she were going to die soon, he would know her truths.
"How so?" Rajnos chided, as he dis-ignited the sabre and clipped it back to his belt, folding his arms across his chest.
She stepped forward, arms outstretched and bravely began to hold the Warlord in a force freeze, stilling his entire body. Rajnos tensed and fought back hard, and she began to cry, tears streaming down her face and she stepped in close to him, and just as she had done with Ciylo, placed her thumbs to his temples and her forehead to his and released everything that had happened from the second Agba had received them for the meeting.