Feb. 29th, 2020 at 3:52 PM
Mikhail was feeling a strange sense of deja vu. He stood here before, looking upon the walls of the citadel knowing victory was in their grasp. Usually fearless, without worry, Mikhail could not shake the idea that he might fail again. And then what? Who would that make him? Would he ever be able to recover? He had been through the vicious ministrations of the Worldly Avatar and survived. But he would unravel if he did not triumph for his people once more.
"You have your orders," Mikhail said, loud enough for those situated around him could hear. He had made a promise to his people years ago to never allow the same thing to happen again. And while there was a lapse in this promise, he could not see it unfulfilled.
"We take the citadel through the sewers. Once inside, Taxxu and the guards will pose the biggest threat. Tailiv's standing army is dispersed around the city because they expect us but they do not expect what we have to bring." This was said to the other mutants, wanted and accidental, who were brought with him. One day his thanks for their participation, though forced, would be known. But right now? ( Mikhail had nothing to thank them for yet. )[ Open to ALL DIMENSION TRAVELLERS. Power inhibitors are off, jail cells are unlocked. Mikhail has some known friends and unknown friends in high places. Injuries allowed! Look under subthreads for your exit!]