Jezebel strode through the brightly lit hallway, soft blue eyes staring straight ahead, focused on her goal.  Her new employer had asked that she visit her suite, a request that had the authority of an order as far as Jezebel was concerned.  Once a marine, always a marine.  Her tail curled itself around her form arm, a sign that she was content.  After all, she'd mangaged to endure interagation at the hands of the Celestial Underground Mafia and live to tell the tale.  Not only that, but she'd busted the head of the fracking elf who'd tried to break her.  She smiled, needle sharp teeth showing, a the thought.  He'd have a hard time holding pliers without any fingers.<br/><br/>It hadn't taken her long to find new employment.  After all, everyone knew the skill and dedication it took to make Marine.  Her tenure had been but 2 years, but it had been an exceptional service and she'd left with the highest of recemedations to pursue other interests.  Such as this.  Halting before the door to the suite she staightened her uniform tunic, brushed back the fur on her tufted ears that rose out of a spill of long raven hair and entered...