<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/elmTVS8.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jennifer Tarleton</span></strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qIQ4wdGp2XF0GXVHPoVyQ2MhBZ_WvFhS5vnLxabUE4A/edit)<br/><br/>Jennifer Tarleton, Jen or Jenny to her squadmates, sat with her boots propped up on one of the other chairs in the messhall, her rifle in pieces on the table in front of her, currently inspecting the firing chamber with a critical eye, her brow wrinkled in concentration.  Fatigues and a tank adorned her body, and her hair was pulled up and back into a rather messy bun.  She sighed, running the brush around the inside of the chamber for a moment, before starting to fit the weapon back together.<br/><br/>She glanced around, taking in the other squadron members at their various duties.  Each of them were an interesting enigma, for more reasons than most would think of for her.  She drew a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she continued fitting the firearm back together.