He was sure that there was no one, nothing, behind him moments ago but the all too familiar voice who chastised him proved him either astigmatic or insane.  As the red glow of the falling sun in the distance illuminated the hellish graveyard of steel which sank in a mire of swords, Mobius turned.  He turned to look upon whoever spoke to him and was shocked at what he found.  There stood a young soldier, bald, but brawny worn with scars of past combats.  He was shaved clean--like the old styled warriors.  He wore a Kevlar breastplate and shoulder pads of presumably the same material.  Various pouches and buckles strapped across his lower torso, likely for clips and ammunition--though he held no gun.

Mobius recognized the man who stood behind him, and slowly turned to face the orator.

Forge.

Behind him stood Forge, alive and fully intact like the first day Mobius had ever seen him.  He looked better than he did before he ever left for Soran.  Something had happened to Forge on Soran--something that eventually led him to what the operative truly remembered of him.  The howling, bestial, self-mutilated neanderthal he fought was nothing like what he was looking at now.  All the rage, the hostility, the anguish that he had previously sensed in Gerald was gone.  Although Forge was not someone that Mobius knew specifically, the agent had the pleasure (or displeasure, depending on how you rated Forge's company) of meeting him before.  Mobius had always found him alright, albeit a bit abrasive.  Many times outside contractors were abrasive in Max's experience, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.  

Maxwell was far too shocked, however, to get caught up in the nostalgia of his and Forge's several [i]brief[/i] meetings.  He simply uttered,  "You're alive."

Forge cocked his head, with a dry smile, then looked down.  He shook his head as he began to pace around Lionheart.  "No..." he grimaced, "No, i'm not."

He walked a half-circle around Mobius, though the operative kept him in his peripheral as he tried to piece together what was going on.  "Then i'm dead," Max stated blankly.

"Wrong again.  Not yet, anyways." Gerald said, this time with malicious edge.

"What the hell is going on, then!" Mobius growled.

"Depending on what kinda guy you are i'd say either the best or worst thing that's ever happened to you." Forge stated, cryptically.

"What happened to you?  Why were you attacking me?  Why did you kill all those people?  How did you get better?"  A thousand questions blurted from Mobius.

"When a babe is birthed into the world it does not assault its mother with questions.  It cries out of its own necessity.  We are here to help you, Mzadech."

Mobius was stunned when he heard a second voice behind his back.  This voice had a slight oriental accent, as if English were not his primary language, though he spoke rather fluently.  He was not only dumbfounded that the voice knew his birth name of Mzadech (or what his Earthen name was based off of), but that he had been blindsided a second time when he felt so much more aware. 

He turned to face the second voice.  This man a bushy-browed eastern garbed individual.  His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, while his sideburns trailed onto the top of his white haori.  Although the world around him was gritty and grimy he somehow remained... pure, unlike Forge.  "We are here to assist you 'Max'," the Asian man said.

"He is." Snorted Forge.

"We are." The other responded sharply.

Mobius glanced between the two of them, looking to Forge then to the other.  What were they here to help him with, and where had they taken him?

"Today marks the first day of your-"

"Who are you." Mobius interjected before the Asian man could finish his speech.

The bushy-browed fellow frowned and paused, as if he were taken aback that he didn't already know.  "My name is Gennosuke.  Kouga Gennosuke."

Japanese, Max guessed.  He studied Gennosuke up and down. Judging by his garb he was stuck in the late 16th century.

"Right... Gennosuke," Mobius said, then turning his gaze back to the soldier, "and Forge."