Jen's first segment!

Jen's first segment! Title coming soon!
With the lights dimmed in her apartment, Jen had no idea what the hell it was that she was stepping on. She only knew that it was soft, wet, and very unpleasant squishing between her toes. Flicking on the light next to her bed, she realized that her cat, Tatyana, had left her a little hairball present.
"Oh joy. Thanks Taty, I'll treasure it always. Yuck."
Jen made her way to the bathroom groggily and got some paper towels to clean up the mess. She caught a short glimpse of herself in the mirror above the sink. A sweet face and delicate features hid her truly rambunctious spirit. Her black hair, cut slightly above her shoulders, was a bit tousled from her nap, but her eyes were alert with the violet around the irises glowing brightly. Not all that bad looking for waking up to a squishy mess. She took out a brush and fixed her hair with a few simple strokes then proceeded to apply makeup.
"Ah, much better!" she commented on her slightly oval shaped face, "I'm ready for my close-up Mr. Deville!!!! ... I gotta stop talking to myself. I sound like a freakin' candidate for the funny farm."
As she bent down to open the cupboard under the sink to get some carpet cleaner, the telephone rang.
"Ack, who could it be?"
She picked up the phone with one hand and cradled it between her shoulder and jaw as she began cleanup of the furry mess.
"What? No, I don't want any....No, Listen....Hey....Umm....I'm not interested in your....Damnit, take a breath so I can get a word in edgewi....Do you ever breathe? ARRRGH!!!!!"
With a final cry, she pulled out a shotgun and blew the phone away.
"Damnit, I don't want any freakin' insurance!"
Still breathing hard and staring at her now obliterated phone, she started mumbling incoherent curses at herself for losing her temper.
"I swear, I go through more of those phones because of stupid salespeople. Maybe caller ID would be cheaper..."
With a single sweep, she dumped the remains of her phone into the garbage can and sarcastically began to hum Taps.
"'Nother dead soldier. Rest in pieces..."
Slowly, she pulled on her swimsuit to go do her daily regime of swimming exercises. The feeling of being in water was all that she wanted right now after a long day of working at TRES HQ on random tasks and 2 Theater classes.
Just then, Jen's TRES comlink began buzzing with urgency.
"Lieutenant Junior Grade Heard here. If this isn't David Duchovny, I'm not listening."
"Sorry to disappoint you," came back Rear Admiral Davies' voice, "but we've got an emergency meeting right now."
"What now? Did that new ensign blow up the lab?"
"Something like that. Just get to HQ as soon as possible."
"Yeah, sure. I'm on my way."

As Jen pulled up to HQ in her tiny blue Corolla, there seemed to be an investigative team working in the parking lot. Instinctively, the defenses went up and she began surveying the scene for evidence of the Hell Wyrm's presence. She hadn't lost the caution of dealing with the Hell Wyrm that had destroyed her parents in a B'harnii-ravaged world.
Jen had been born sometime in the future. A future where there was no hope of defeating the Evil One, because he had already taken control of the planet, and had targeted it for destruction. Her parents, had sent her back in time as an infant in hopes that she would be able to aid the Jihad in it's war against B'harnii when she was of age.
She had been taken in by a family in Northern California and was raised without the knowledge of her parents or her past. Somehow, though, she instinctively knew that B'harnii was evil and that it must be destroyed as soon as she had laid eyes on the creature. It was then that her foster parents told her the truth of her origins.
Her father was killed shortly before Jen was brought to a more peaceful past.
Her mother, a mutant human with the ability to jump from time to time had brought her back to the year 1979 and left her in hopes of salvaging what was left of the future. She was the only time jumper in existence, but her attempts to accurately jump to a time when she could destroy the Hell Wyrm were unsuccessful. She then settled for bringing Jen to a safer place in time, and hoped that her daughter would be more successful.
At the age of 17, she took it upon herself to try to destroy the Evil One. But unfortunately she was captured by Wyrmbots and was brought to the brink of spongification. Fortunately, though, she was rescued by a commando team from TRES. From there, she went through weeks of rehabilitation and was eventually deemed de-spongified by TRES. Through TRES, she found that she was not alone in her quest.
It had been about 7 months since she had become involved with the Jihad and she had never felt more at home with the other Jihadii. This was a place where she was truly a part of something worth fighting for.
Looking at the investigative team searching the parking lot sent a shiver up her spine. If something had happened so close to TRES HQ, how could she ever really feel safe?
What the hell happened here? she thought to herself Well, at least HQ is still in one piece.
She slowly walked past the team and through the front doors of HQ, towards the briefing room for Alpha Squad. There she found herself in a room with her 7 fellow squad members, many, looking just as confused as her.
Stifling a yawn, Jen settled down into one of the not-so-comfy chairs towards the front of the room.
As she sat down, Grand Admiral Marburger marched into the room, his sheer presence commanded attention, and Jen forced herself not to look like she had been sleeping less than 10 minutes earlier.
Oh crap! she thought to herself, If GAM, himself, is heading this briefing, it must be serious!
The Grand Admiral talked about how Paul, the new ensign, had been transformed into "Ate", some sort of Super Wyrm Minion, and how the squad was to go out and obliterate him.
Before she knew it, the briefing was over and everyone was filing out of the room.
"Oh man," Jen mumbled to herself, "I have a feeling that I'm gonna have to worry about way more than insurance salespeople today...Damn, and that new ensign was kinda cute, too."

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