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Tibulass stared at Stryker as the shuttle pulled into the front of the area. [color=f6989d]"You alright? I gotta say, I'm a bit nervous. I've been many different faces before, but never have I been a female one such as this..."[/color] She looked out of the shuttle and watched the characters move. [color=f6989d]"Excuse me real quick, just need to get my story right."[/color] Tibulass looked at the mirror as she understood who she was. 

Jen Stormare. She had pledged her allegiance to the Federation with her lover, Marcus Stormare, and the two were previously mercenaries under the affiliation of the Black Sky Company, with Marcus being the founder. Jen, conveniently, had found herself relating to a high amount of Skaldurm traditions. She never smoked, always found herself close to Marcus whether it was intentional or not, and had impeccable knowledge of military-grades weapons. It was also rumored she could really hold her drink, and she was apparently closer to Ha'rek than most. More than a contact and Marcus, less than a normal acquaintance. 

Tibulass took a deep breath, before clearing her throat and turning to Stryker. [color=ed145b]"So, Marcus, aren't you going to get the door?"[/color] Her voice was noticeably different, more true to Jen Stormare's than Tibulass Sepitan. [color=ed145b]"I know you've got better manners than that."[/color]