Had Camilla's mobile suit drifted forward against the sudden reverse-thrust braking by even the breadth of an hair, there would have definitely been a hole bored through her Mobile Suit by Reyson's misfire. Whether it was thanks to the many powerful thrusters on the lightweight MS-18, or from a swift, instinctual reaction honed by battle, the pilot and her suit remained ultimately unscathed. But even though Lady Luck might have saved her from friendly fire, it soon became evident that she had no plans to stay with her any longer.
The sudden deceleration and punishing G-forces that followed soon as a natural consequence took its toll on Camilla, and threw her to the very verge of blacking out. Desperately willing herself to stay conscious while in the thick of an engagement against a venerable Titan squadron, the dazed pilot was at the mercy of the hostile mobile suits that were more than eager to avenge their fallen comrades. By the time she had recovered, it was already too late: The Titan suits had encircled her own, and were all poised to attack.
Unable to trust or rely on her own allies, Camilla had no choice but to rely on a Hail Mary tactic. Hoping that a suppressive barrage of 192mm slugs in the general direction of her 6 o' clock direction without any computer-guided aim assist would deny the possibility of accurate fire from the suits that had maneuvered behind her, she quickly propelled her Kampfer forward on full afterburners to those still positioned in front of her. Weaving herself through a curtain of oncoming fire, she quickly discarded her shotgun just as it ran out of ammo, unsheathed her beam saber, and attempted to destroy the pair of mobile suits that had foolishly remained so close together. If successful, she planned to immediately maneuver herself in the opposite direction, retrieve the shotgun stored behind her back, and immediately return fire.
Camilla had always been quite the lone wolf, and old habits die hard. An individual first and foremost, Reyson's accident had only reinforced her beliefs, however flawed they are.
The sudden deceleration and punishing G-forces that followed soon as a natural consequence took its toll on Camilla, and threw her to the very verge of blacking out. Desperately willing herself to stay conscious while in the thick of an engagement against a venerable Titan squadron, the dazed pilot was at the mercy of the hostile mobile suits that were more than eager to avenge their fallen comrades. By the time she had recovered, it was already too late: The Titan suits had encircled her own, and were all poised to attack.
Unable to trust or rely on her own allies, Camilla had no choice but to rely on a Hail Mary tactic. Hoping that a suppressive barrage of 192mm slugs in the general direction of her 6 o' clock direction without any computer-guided aim assist would deny the possibility of accurate fire from the suits that had maneuvered behind her, she quickly propelled her Kampfer forward on full afterburners to those still positioned in front of her. Weaving herself through a curtain of oncoming fire, she quickly discarded her shotgun just as it ran out of ammo, unsheathed her beam saber, and attempted to destroy the pair of mobile suits that had foolishly remained so close together. If successful, she planned to immediately maneuver herself in the opposite direction, retrieve the shotgun stored behind her back, and immediately return fire.
Camilla had always been quite the lone wolf, and old habits die hard. An individual first and foremost, Reyson's accident had only reinforced her beliefs, however flawed they are.
