In my native language, my name is Mischa Prazkovya.

I am the Daughter of Bane - the God of War and Tyranny, created to serve Him and His Will in the War Against Hell. I have, and always will, but one purpose.

It should be known that even though Bane is my Father, I was raised from childhood by my Legion Commander, Taetanicus.

I remember the day he died, well over one hundred years since the day of my birth. The War was going poorly on our world, and Hell had made a magnificent push in violence and desperation to crush the Armies of Acheron. A massive bomb had detonated on our location - I saw it launched from the siege weapon at the very last moment, but by then, it was too late. I looked up with courage and knew that in a few moments, I would be dead, so I closed my eyes and thanked Bane for everything his power had graced my life with, and I said goodbye to all the soul I have encountered in my travels. The explosion was so massive it was like a star erupting on our very location, and my fellow soldiers, along with my Prime brothers I had known since childhood, were incinerated. But I did not perish that day. I looked up from my crouched, shielded, position to see Taetanicus melted on the ground, his arm and hand outstretched. At the last moment, he had magically shielded me from death. Seeing I was ok, he dropped the magical shield, and his arm fell to the ground, limp. Around me were the charred remnnats my comrades. Realizing what had happened, in my shock, I ran to him. I had difficulty finding the words to speak, my sorrow choking me deeply and all I said as I fell to my knees near him was.."Otets..kak?"

With his last breath, he breathed words I would never forget, "Mischa, vsegda bud' sil'nym."

Yasei snaps her fingers in front of Misha...."Misha-san!  Snap out of it!  You appear to be day dreaming in the middle of battle.  We need you here with us!"

Sana frowns deeply, looking between the empty space and the dome beneath them. "We give the scout ship five more minutes, then we're going in," she says decisively. "We can't just float up here forever."

Misha snaps back to reality. Strangely, the two scout ships do not return.

"All right, bring us down," Sana says decisively.

As the ship lowers, Jill draws her sword and takes a deep breath before she slices into herself, allowing her blood to flow onto her sword. It lingers for a moment before starts glowing white and turns into radiant energy, but Jill seems to pay it no mind, partially because this is something she's very familiar with and partially because she's more focused on Misha. 

"You spaced out for a minute there. Is everything all right, mon amie?

How much do my magic powers hurt me: 4

“I think I put too much in those mimosas...” Corrin says with a frown in regards to Misha suddenly spacing out. 

"You were making mimosas during the battle? Why did you not make me one?"

“I mean, there wasn’t much I really could do and you were busy shooting the ballista! I’m not gonna have you shooting under the influence!” She exasperates.

"That is very responsible of you. Thank you for looking out for me, Corrin."

Misha smiles softly at Jill and Corrin. "I am fine. Sorry." she apologized, slightly lying and looking down from the edge of the ship into the dome. She noticed the hole that was blown open from the beholder scout ship attack and hit a button on her arm brace. Rapidly from a out shooting spine brace, her armor wrapped tightly around her like sectional scales, and her shield and hammer winked into exist. Her armor was almost the same as it was before, just tighter, sleeker, stronger. Her hammer and shield were polished with love, but there was plenty of evidence of use. She tapped the butt of her hammer against the floor of the Belle, signalling she was about to do something.

"Knock knock." she said, winking at Jill and Corrin and stepped off the ship, free falling like a massive stone through the dome's broken entrance to whatever lay below.

"Well, I suppose that is our signal." Jill says, looking towards Corrin and the others. "On y vas!" She says before jumping in after her.

Sana grins. "Keep us here, and fire back if those scout ships come back!" she orders her first mate (who Books doesn't have time to create right now). Making sure her longsword and shield are securely fastened, drops after Misha.

“What the.....! Those fools are rushing to their death!” Yasei manages to eek out, exasperated. She then hesitates for a second before diving out of the ship, following the trio down below. 

"Who's the fool?" Misha yells from down below to the woman with the funny eyes. "The fool? Or the fool who follows!"

Misha lands like a superhero on what appears to be solid ground in a massive antechamber. It was a natural cavern nearly 300 feet across, lined with stalagmites and stalactices as large as temple columns. Free floating globes of light illuminate the entire room. Huge and empty, the antechamber only contained a massive closed double doorway. A back entrance, perhaps. Written in runes, but in Common, was a message on the door.

IF YOU ARE READING THIS MESSAGE, THAT WHICH WE FEARED HAS COME TO PASS. FOR REASONS OF OUR OWN, WE CREATED A POWERFUL WEAPON FOR THE SAZAUR NATION. FROM THE ONSET, WE FEARED IT WOULD GROW BEYOND EVEN OUR CONTROL. WE DEVISED A WAY TO NEUTRALIZE THE PROJECT, BUT WE WILL NOT DO THIS OURSELVES. THAT IS NOT THE WAY.

YOU CANNOT HAVE BYPASSED OUR DEFENSES IF YOU ARE EYE TYRANTS. THEREFORE, YOU ARE ENEMIES...OR SHOULD BE. KNOW THIS, THEN: THE WEAPON WE HAVE CREATED, THE RAVAGER, DEPENDS ON THE ENERGIES OF THE QUEEN'S EYES. THE TEN LESSER EYES DWELL EACH IN THEIR OWN DOMAINS WITHIN THIS HIVE. THE GREATER EYE SEES ALL, BUT NONE CAN REACH IT.

GO FORTH INTO THE COMPLEX WE CREATED. LOCATE AND DESTROY THE TEN LESSER EYES. ONLY THIS CAN END THE MENACE OF THE RAVAGER. WE HAVE ADMITTED YOU. FOR THE BRAVE, THIS IS ENOUGH. THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU HERE. GO FORWARD.

Sana reads the message, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes flash gold. "Looks like we've got some eyes to destroy," the changeling says with a fierce grin, her hair turning the same shade red as Misha's.

Yasei finishes reading the treatise, and then calls up to the hovering Belle, “It’s safe to land here!  Come on down!”

Misha turns and taps the hilt of her hammer on the ground a few times, getting Yasei's attention.

"You are new. I understand. Misha weel geev you gentle reeminder, then. You are not the Commander." she says plainly. "Nor am I. Back home, I am a leader of armies. Here, I am a but humble servant to an old friend." Misha gestures to Sana. "She is Captain. Therefore, you do not give the orders around here. Do not take personal. Nothing against you. Knowing one's place will help save lives and avoid confleecting eententions. Forgeev Misha. Comes from very organized and rigid power structure." 

"You lead armies?" Jill asks, completely ignorant to the hardships of leading an entire army or the fact that the war isn't going in favor of Acheron. "Cool!" She says, proud of her friend for moving up the ranks. "Anyway, Captain Sana, what are your orders?"

Misha made a face and shrugged like it was no big deal. She did have the time to give Jill a very appreciate look, though.