Under the tranquil isolation in her quarters, Camilla eased her mind with an escape, by means of reading. Good books came few and far in between, but the steadfast girl always found a way regardless of difficulty. So terribly used to the confines of an overpopulated closed colony, Camilla endured the unbearable claustrophobia through experience. There was nothing she yearned for more than to flee from this metal cage, and to reunite with the battlefield amidst the stars she had grown so fond of. Her squadron consisted of a diverse cast of individuals, each with their own hopes, and dreams. None however, resonated with Camilla. She disdained the politics that plagued this theater of war, and she hated those who dared corrupt her one true passion with fickle, hypocritical ideals. But at the very least, this curious collection of creed still held more honor and integrity to the zealous cult of her former Zeon allies. Camilla was no fool; She knew that not even the most skilled warrior can change anything on the battlefield alone. And so, for this very reason -- And perhaps this reason alone -- She felt content, and pledged that she would give life and limb for her comrades, just as they would for her. Then out of the blue, Commander Teth's voice echoed throughout every corner of the ship, announcing to all what Camilla waited for this entire time. Setting aside her book, the blonde closed her eyes and curled her lips into a gentle smile, eager to finally have a taste at combat after being denied the pleasure for so, so long... It was time, she thought to herself. Drowning out Ensign Tanzi's incessant fanaticism, Camilla focused on her beloved Kampfer. Sill in its original matte blue since the day she could call this suit hers, but with the spiked shoulder-guard to its left finished in a contrasting metallic crimson. Camilla made haste to her mobile suit, lined alongside those of her squadmates', and situated herself in its cockpit: The only place where she truly feels at home. "Petty Officer Abel, ready for launch."