Origami strode through the jungle, glad she always kept a pair of sturdy boots in her work kit. She took pictures of the trashed Badniks with a small miniature camera. She was no engineer, but she had a few smart folk on standby for occasions like this. They’d love to get an up close look.

Her ears perked up as she noticed the sounds of combat not far off. It was time to get her hands dirty, it seemed. Pulling her beautiful sword from her back and a thick sheaf of paper from the trusty bag at her back, she sped toward it, something in her heart eager for battle. Just what was she going to find? Or rather, who?