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Kamea in Combat

Kamea’s combat training was almost entirely as a pilot for her mech, but she still picked up a decent amount of self defense during her time on the outskirts before her rebellion could begin again. As a result, while she normally avoids fighting on the front lines with the heroes and is dramatically less competent than most of them, she can hold her own against nameless opponents relatively easily. 

Part of this difficulty is in the fact she was trained based around firearms, with close combat being a last resort. Even in close combat she was trained with an extending baton instead of a blade, axe or spear - so she loses out on that. She also doesn’t have the resources to craft any additional ammunition for her service pistol, which she keeps on her at all times in case of a Real Emergency situation. Armor extends to her reinforced flight suit, which she tends to wear in combat situations or extreme environments thanks to the materials it’s made from, although she prefers her unprotected dress uniform when at the castle. 

At the start of Book I, Kamea’s inventory comes down to her baton, pistol and three clips. She avoids using her weapon until the events of Book II, where her own frustrations with Surtr and his immortality leads her to trying to see if a ‘foreign weapon’ could work as a bypass -- emptying one of her three clips into his chest and seeing if he could regenerate from that. When he started to regenerate she put the gun back in its holster and repeated the fact that it is an Emergency Case Only weapon to herself. Through the events of Book III she has yet to fire it again, and the amount of time she’s spent in Askr without being able to practice has also made her a far worse shot than she used to be, preventing its existence from ruining any tension in the game’s narrative. 

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“I would give my life for a proper heat sink at this point. I knew I should have tried to recover some from the wreck of my Kintaro.” Kamea muttered to herself when Alm went along with her very rough first concepts to try and make camp bearable. Of all the things she had expected to miss during her time here, air conditioning should have been higher up on the list in hindsight.

“I don’t deserve that kind of reputation yet. Almost all of the work has been done by the tacticians we’ve summoned and Anna’s own logistics.” Kamea said quietly. Sometimes she wished that she could fight alongside them properly, but a mixture of common sense, the mental image of Alek yelling at her again, and the lack of weapons training...well. Almost entire lack of weapons training. She still hadn’t explained what the ‘small Breidbalik’ she kept on her belt was to Sharena whenever she kept asking.

Hopefully she wouldn’t need to. She only had three clips left, after all.

“You seem close with people.” She said, suddenly, an attempt to shift the conversation away from her own weaknesses and towards some slightly surer ground. “What is the general feeling of the encampments right now? It’s something of an eclectic mix, and it feels like every other day someone walks by me loudly wishing that so-and-so from their own time was here.”

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“Ugh, heat.”

That was a term that mechwarriors never liked to hear, and even without her Kintaro Kamea was already rapidly learning that it was still a bane even for infantry. It was like fighting on that damned volcanic planet all over again, the flames and smoke sapping their strength and resources. At least there wasn’t the risk of a soldier’s sword exploding in their hands like any live-ammo weapon might, unless someone had withheld something very important about magical weapons from her.

“I’m investigating the possibility of climate manipulation with certain magical techniques. Ice magic and ice dragons both exist, perhaps paired with the wind mages we could at least make camp a little more bearable…” She trailed off, dark eyes piercing as she almost seemed to glanc through her walking companion. “This isn’t a tactical question, Alm. This is a matter of morale and fitness - something that a commander is always better to gauge. Or having met Soren, do you really think he is the best person to rely on for when my heroes might be pushing themself too much?”

“People like you, more than me in some cases. Talk to camp, gauge their fitness - figure out who you think can stand to descend further in. The situation is only going to worsen from here.”

Oh. That reaction was something he could relate to, and his lips quirk in response to her complaint. Gods, he wasn’t even sure how Celica’s group made it through the whole desertified area of what was once the north east of Zofia— it sounded like torture, in his opinion.

But climate manipulation was… a new idea. He whistles, brows raising, clearly impressed with the idea. He wasn’t sure it’d work, but it sounded creative and interesting enough to try! He’d have never come up with such a thing, personally—

“Oh.” He thought it was a matter of tactics, not— oh. The very idea of Soren, a man he hardly knew but had heard and seen enough of to sort of understand what she was getting at, going around and socializing? Gods above, the man had a lack of social grace to rival Kliff, Luthier and Python combined! He huffs out a soft laugh, hand rising to his mouth in a bad attempt to stifle it. “Alright, when you put it that way… no, I most certainly can’t see Soren doing anything of the sort.”

An exhale. “Well, depending on how well the idea of climate control goes, it might change who would be up for this sort of trip…” If he only had to fight in those conditions and not rest in them, he’d find them more agreeable, personally…

“But, well, I understand now what you meant. Sorry.” Of course she’d go to him if it was something she felt he could advice upon—! He really needed to learn to confirm before jumping to conclusions… a major weak point for him still.

“Very well. I’ll ask around and report back with what I find. I wouldn’t put down your charisma, though, Lady Kamea. I’ve not heard anything negative about you from the rest of the troops.” With a small bow, he smiles, then tilts his head slightly to the left. “On that note… do you need me to do anything else?” There’s an eagerness to his tone, a genuine desire to do more to help in his eyes.

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“...I wish I had that kind of certainty in my mind. That the mistakes of my family members was due to someone else poisoning them instead of their own greed and envy.” Kamea said quietly. She turned away from the courtyard, not quite able to look down at her heroes training considering the sheer weight of the memories and the conversation the two were sharing with each other. 

“I said my uncle Santiago was manipulated, just as Arvis seems to have been...but my cousin wasn’t.” She let out a hard sigh, her eyes opening again as her fingers tightened on her slate. “All of these years later and I still can’t believe that I failed to read her true intentions and feelings so badly. Victoria always hated me.”

It still hurt to admit that. 

“I need a drink. You probably do too.” She said flatly, turning her slate off and sliding it inside her cloak. “What’s the drinking age where you’re from? I’ll pay.”

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“But he did it.” Kamea insisted. Her hands gripped the railing tightly as she paused to look out over the castle’s courtyard, breathing through her nose for a moment as she looked at the heroes below. She glanced at her dataslate, a frown on her face as she considered Arvis’ profile again before sighing. 

A look of regret crossed her face now, changing from the anger and concentration she’d been feeling for most of the day. There was a long pause between the two as she thought of how to phrase her next question, slowly moving her lips as she remembered a half-dozen conversations she’d had with her uncle and cousin over the years. 

“Which means that…we have two choices before us. Which do you think is most likely?” She hesitated before asking the ultimate question, bowing her head a little. “That he was manipulated into making such harsh decisions, or that he was holding back that level of darkness in his heart until the right moment?”

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                 ❝ He…  Had to be manipulated, ❞ Azelle concedes, quickly.

                 ❝ He worked all my life to create a utopian state where no one would be persecuted for their gender, religion, or social status…  Sorry, it’s just… ❞

                The redhead folds his arms, shifts his weight, and dips his head slightly, gaze drifting to the ground.  It’s hard to think about in any way.  Azelle is still, somewhere within him, a young man filled with too much hope to fully entertain the idea that his esteemed brother would ever willingly participate in a child hunt.  He can’t believe it.  It can’t be right, and there it is.

                 ❝ He’s…  He can be harsh and callous, and…  I don’t believe the means justify the ends, but he’s always…  Meant well.  In Jugdral, he… always gave the other dukes headaches for being too caring towards the common people.  It’s hard to make sense of things… ❞ 

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"Well...it's a good thing he wasn't a knight, then. Him and his men laughed at me when I offered to turn them into ones, and when I offered a second time they left the system." Her hard eyes flickered for a moment, worry crossing them as she looked away from Kent and let out a slight sigh. 

"I hope they didn't end up on the frontlines against the Clans...oh, who am I kidding. Alek probably gunned it straight there and decided to make as much money out of it as possible."

She shook her head, a hand brushing over Briedbalik before she nodded at the man. "I hope that part of looking out for your lieges is telling them when they're about to make a mistake. I don't have any use for brain-dead loyalty here, Kent -- particularly when I don't know how to fight your kinds of wars as well as so many of you. I expect all of you Heroes to be able to make the right choice in the heat of the moment, even if it goes against my orders."

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“Oh, constantly. I suppose mercenaries lacked a certain dignity in a lot of ways.” Kamea had a slight smile on her face at Kent’s question, forcing the memories of Decker and the battles she’d almost cost them by joining in person out of her mind as she sighed. “Darius, Yang and Sumire were a little less direct, but Alek - well, he’d been cast out of his noble family for poor conduct. He had a bit of a temper to him, and since he was technically in charge of Archer Company sometimes the rest of his upper echelon couldn’t contain it.”

Besides, it was hardly the first time she’d listened to that recording. Whenever she felt too confident, or too arrogant, she’d play it again to remind herself - she was fallible. She could be headstrong, she could take too many risks, and sometimes they ended poorly. She hoped that other rulers or commanders might take something like this into consideration one day as well.

“Give me your report.” Fingers danced across the dataslate in front of her, one of the few things she’d salvaged from her personal effects inside her Kintaro’s cockpit and pulling up the document for the day’s intelligence. “Hopefully it’ll make sure I never have to hear something similar from one of you, hm?”

It was a bad joke, an attempt at casually acknowledging his presence even as she pushed it aside, and she knew it. Still her eyes stayed calm if a bit wet at the corners and she leaned forwards in the chair, hands resting on the slate’s keyboard.

    Kent can’t quite say he’s surprised that one of them was disowned for being uncouth. If that man was the one he had heard on the message, then he would hardly call that knightly conduct. 

Not that he thinks the summoner came from a world that cared much for that. Were order of knights common in her homeland? Nobility and mercenaries clearly existed from her testimony, but surely there were more discrepancies in their worlds besides just the mechs and advanced forms of communication.

“ Why, I would never! ” His composure loses itself for a brief moment as her little jest, though he soon gathers himself again though his primary objective has been lost. “ A knight may look out for their liege, but taking a tone like THAT is unheard of, and, well, you may not be my liege lord but you are my commander at this moment. …I would not feel right ordering you around. ”

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“But he did it.” Kamea insisted. Her hands gripped the railing tightly as she paused to look out over the castle’s courtyard, breathing through her nose for a moment as she looked at the heroes below. She glanced at her dataslate, a frown on her face as she considered Arvis’ profile again before sighing. 

A look of regret crossed her face now, changing from the anger and concentration she’d been feeling for most of the day. There was a long pause between the two as she thought of how to phrase her next question, slowly moving her lips as she remembered a half-dozen conversations she’d had with her uncle and cousin over the years. 

“Which means that...we have two choices before us. Which do you think is most likely?” She hesitated before asking the ultimate question, bowing her head a little. “That he was manipulated into making such harsh decisions, or that he was holding back that level of darkness in his heart until the right moment?”

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“Anyone can be manipulated, Azelle. It just takes finding out a weak point in their psyche.” Kamea said, a hint of anger and hurt behind her words as she spoke quietly. Still his words were disturbing to her, face twisting a little in consideration as she took it in.

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“That much I can agree on.” She pictured the camps on Weldry again and shuddered, visibly, before standing abruptly from her desk and motioning for the younger man to follow her. She kept her dataslate in her hands, the tablet tucked in the crook of one arm as she kept typing with the other, updating the file she’d kept on the Velthomer family with a furrow of concentration in her brow.

“Would you think he was capable of any of this before Barhara?” She asked, the question piercing as she turned her gaze back to him while they walked. “Both the prosperity and the policing. Or had something changed over the years?”

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                 It isn’t as though Azelle thinks she’s wrong, but her generalization just seems as though Arvis should be exempt.  Anyone can be manipulated, but not Arvis.  Even if it’s the truth, or Azelle can find evidence for it in the stories from after his death, it just seems so foreign and at odds with Arvis’ nature as Azelle knows it, that he has trouble reasoning with it.

                 ❝ Before Belhalla?? ❞ he echoes, only to fill the air with something while he thinks.  ❝ Well…  Even doing something like that…  Looking back it’s not very surprising.  He always said he’d do anything in order to create his vision of an equal world. 

                 ❝ But his ideas for reform never included nepotism, and especially not the child hunts. ❞  Those are the only reasons Azelle could concede Arvis had been capable of being manipulated to some extent.  Those were just…

                 ❝ Both of those were so out of character for him.  He’d never condone something like that. ❞ 

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Kamea & Heat

Kamea’s home world was temperate, bordering towards hot - but despite this she always remained wary of high temperatures, and in particular desert or volcanic climates. Most of this comes not from her own personal experiences, but rather as a result of her mech training, where heat management is a major priority lest systems shut down and weapons malfunction in sometimes disastrous fashion. 

Kamea’s original Kintaro-class mech was equipped with a bunch of missiles, as well as multiple close-range energy weapons. Paired with its high amount of jump jets and relatively low number of heat sinks for a Medium-class mech, it had a tendency to ‘run hot’ easily, resulting in the cockpit reaching high temperatures frequently and running the risk of a shutdown or malfunction. 

This ended up making her paranoid about the heat, tending towards colder climates and becoming fond of the rain in particular - elements of her combat training bleeding into her personal life. She simply feels safer in the snow or rain, and views hot climates with particular distaste and subconscious wariness. 

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"Ugh, heat."

That was a term that mechwarriors never liked to hear, and even without her Kintaro Kamea was already rapidly learning that it was still a bane even for infantry. It was like fighting on that damned volcanic planet all over again, the flames and smoke sapping their strength and resources. At least there wasn't the risk of a soldier's sword exploding in their hands like any live-ammo weapon might, unless someone had withheld something very important about magical weapons from her.

"I'm investigating the possibility of climate manipulation with certain magical techniques. Ice magic and ice dragons both exist, perhaps paired with the wind mages we could at least make camp a little more bearable..." She trailed off, dark eyes piercing as she almost seemed to glanc through her walking companion. "This isn't a tactical question, Alm. This is a matter of morale and fitness - something that a commander is always better to gauge. Or having met Soren, do you really think he is the best person to rely on for when my heroes might be pushing themself too much?"

"People like you, more than me in some cases. Talk to camp, gauge their fitness - figure out who you think can stand to descend further in. The situation is only going to worsen from here."

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“Everyone’s advice is valuable in this situation, Sir Alm. I may have my own experience, but most of the tactics I learned in my time simply cannot be applied here. The scale of war is too different.”

She used to think her conflicts were grander, and they may have been so beforehand - but mechs and battleships paled in comparison to marching against an army from the depths of, well…a burning abyss. 

Something from stories even older than those about the Star League. 

“Please, speak your mind. Am I making a poor decision here? Do you believe yourself or others are unsuited for heading into Surtr’s realm?”

The summoner speaks, and Alm straightens his posture out of instinct rather than thought, the other’s posture and walk reminding him of that of generals and on the procedures drilled into him by Mycen. However, her words are not something he quite expects to hear, nor a question he expects to be directed at his person. 

Of course, he had heard the tale himself, or little of it, like the giant hunk in the countryside being her ‘mech’, as well as the fact that she was from a world far unlike their own. And so he takes her question seriously, pensive expression on his face as he raises his left hand to his chin, propping his left elbow with his right hand. Were he in her position, he’d want advice too. 

“Hm… well,” he started after he got his thoughts in order. “The formations we have been using have been a little ambitious thus far, but I think we might have to readjust once we arrive to Múspell proper and see just how much the heat and lava hinders our side.” Maybe more fliers to compensate for the blockades they’d surely face from the environment— but one couldn’t discard the agile cavalry or versatile infantry just on this alone. They’d need more information, certainly…

“More to your other question, though…” Tap, tap, tap goes his index finger against his chin. “We might want to avoid bringing along soldiers who aren’t too comfortable with the heat or flames—” He was more partial to the cold of Nifl himself, but he could certainly push himself to keep going in hotter climates! It was just… a little difficult.

“Still…” His green eyes settle back fully upon Kamea, and his hands lower to cross instead as he gestures to the general area they were in with a tilt of his head. “Maybe Heroes with the role of tacticians might help best in this line of questioning. I may have been my own, but I feel I might be leagues behind them, Lady Kamea.” 

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"Anyone can be manipulated, Azelle. It just takes finding out a weak point in their psyche." Kamea said, a hint of anger and hurt behind her words as she spoke quietly. Still his words were disturbing to her, face twisting a little in consideration as she took it in.

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"That much I can agree on." She pictured the camps on Weldry again and shuddered, visibly, before standing abruptly from her desk and motioning for the younger man to follow her. She kept her dataslate in her hands, the tablet tucked in the crook of one arm as she kept typing with the other, updating the file she'd kept on the Velthomer family with a furrow of concentration in her brow.

"Would you think he was capable of any of this before Barhara?" She asked, the question piercing as she turned her gaze back to him while they walked. "Both the prosperity and the policing. Or had something changed over the years?"

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“…so as you say. Great crimes against friends and family to try and bring peace and prosperity to a nation…interesting to see that some things remain the same no matter where you’re from.”

Kamea’s laugh was more than a little bitter, as the parts of Azel’s story started to sound far too familiar to her own. 

“My uncle, Santiago - he thought my policies would be too weak, so he staged a rebellion on the day of my coronation. Murdered loyalists in the streets, attempted to murder me, captured my teacher and imprisoned him in that frozen hellscape of Weldry…” She shook her head, trying to steady herself with a breath. 

“He, too, was manipulated, just as your brother was. I suppose it is the fault of those looking to do good that they can be so easily twisted into being used for evil ways.” 

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"Oh, constantly. I suppose mercenaries lacked a certain dignity in a lot of ways." Kamea had a slight smile on her face at Kent's question, forcing the memories of Decker and the battles she'd almost cost them by joining in person out of her mind as she sighed. "Darius, Yang and Sumire were a little less direct, but Alek - well, he'd been cast out of his noble family for poor conduct. He had a bit of a temper to him, and since he was technically in charge of Archer Company sometimes the rest of his upper echelon couldn't contain it."

Besides, it was hardly the first time she'd listened to that recording. Whenever she felt too confident, or too arrogant, she'd play it again to remind herself - she was fallible. She could be headstrong, she could take too many risks, and sometimes they ended poorly. She hoped that other rulers or commanders might take something like this into consideration one day as well.

"Give me your report." Fingers danced across the dataslate in front of her, one of the few things she'd salvaged from her personal effects inside her Kintaro's cockpit and pulling up the document for the day's intelligence. "Hopefully it'll make sure I never have to hear something similar from one of you, hm?"

It was a bad joke, an attempt at casually acknowledging his presence even as she pushed it aside, and she knew it. Still her eyes stayed calm if a bit wet at the corners and she leaned forwards in the chair, hands resting on the slate's keyboard.

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“My dear Lady Arano, for the love of God, stop insisting that you come on missions with my lance.”

Kamea didn’t notice Kent entering her office, eyes fixed on the hologram of her former ally - all hard eyes and barely restrained fury hidden behind sarcasm and dull obedience, the mercenary she’d trusted her future to lashing out. 

“This is not a personal slight. You know I think you’re a good person, you care about your people and you’re willing to pay us well. Really, really well. But you need to leave the fighting to us. Here in Archer Company we modify our mechs so everyone has jump jets and a very specialized role. You might bring real neat mechs and some Lostech to battle, but you sure as hell forgot your jets, didn’t you? Which meant we weren’t a team last mission, just a bunch of idiots. That’s why we lost Decker. Forty combat missions and because you were stuck on the wrong side of a cliff, so he went down because you couldn’t bring your firepower to help him. That’s why Decker’s children are going to be sobbing themselves to sleep tonight, so unless you get your act together, stop coming with us. Glitch and Behemoth’s children will thank you for it.”

Kamea shuddered a little, closing her eyes in sorrow at the record’s harsh words before Alek signed off with a snarl. 

“See you for the next mission. Archer out.”

The hologram flickered and went dead, Kamea turning her head towards her open door and finally noticing Kent waiting. For a moment she paused, wondering if she should ask him about how much he’d heard, before shrugging and standing up with an attempt to look determined. 

“Yes, Kent? What do you need?”

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“Everyone’s advice is valuable in this situation, Sir Alm. I may have my own experience, but most of the tactics I learned in my time simply cannot be applied here. The scale of war is too different.”

She used to think her conflicts were grander, and they may have been so beforehand - but mechs and battleships paled in comparison to marching against an army from the depths of, well...a burning abyss. 

Something from stories even older than those about the Star League. 

“Please, speak your mind. Am I making a poor decision here? Do you believe yourself or others are unsuited for heading into Surtr’s realm?”

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“I’m not fond of the cold.” 

Kamea knew it was a poor excuse for why she’d been so distant since they headed to Nifl, but she couldn’t exactly lie to the woman their order was helping. At the same time, she just didn’t trust her enough to explain why it brought back so many bad memories. 

Weldry...

Even putting aside that nightmare of a world, she’d also come to realize with horror that there wasn’t an equivalent to her reality’s heatsuits. Unless you counted wools and furs, which Kamea didn’t.

She felt ridiculous in the amount of layers she was in compared to the rest. 

“...so forgive me if I’m a little tense.”

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