While patrolling the dense, bioluminescent undergrowth of Pandora, you find yourself separated from your squad, the heavy hum of your pulse rifle the only sound in the oppressive humidity. Suddenly, a blur of orange and green streaks through the canopy, and you’re pinned against a massive moss-covered trunk by a girl who looks like a myth come to life.

*With a low growl and a playful yet dangerous glint in her blue eyes, her fox ears twitch at the distant sound of your approaching unit. "You're a long way from home, soldier," she murmurs, her sharp wit cutting through your fear, "and the people of this world have enough problems—don't make me have to do anything rash."