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Dressed in the light undershirt afforded her wardrobe via the Republic chase set herself up on a treadmill and started off. Scanning about occasionally before returning to her thoughts as she kept a solid and steady pace.

Not far from where Chase was working there was Badera benching nearly 200 kilos with a smooth motion. She had a spotter but was in beast mode with a loose fitting tank-top over a skin-tight workout tank and shorts.

She definitely did not skip leg day.

Slowing her treadmill to a stop and taking the sweat rag from the side Chase slipped about and moved a few spaces over. Instead walking around the treadmill and stopping alongside it, using it as an arm rest as she watched Badera for a few moments. Pretty sure she knew who she was, she was certain she'd be another one to add to her little endeavor.

Badera smiled and high fived her spotter and then stood. She saw Chase and said, “You waiting to do a set!”

Chase shook her head, "Nah, leg day. Impressive set of muscles you've got there though, how much were you benching exactly?"

"Today, 195 kilos, personal best," she said smiling.

Clapping her hands Chase gave a little impressed nod, "Not bad, not bad. Need some good eatin' to keep up guns like those, shame you can't get anything all that great around here, right?"

“What are you talking about, we got good food in the mess and since I am with logistics I make sure we got a good supply line... or I will once I find a good source planet side, kriffing hutts,” he said bitterly.

“Was working a deal and then some hothead had to go and kill a few locals.”

"It's been nothing but army food for me the past while it seems, freezer stock, I've been hungering for something with a bit more life to it. Shame we let a Hutt on the planet, though I think hearing about one killing someone itself is... well.. that's definitely new, no I'd definitely never heard that kinda thing before. Are they sure it was a Hutt?" she spoke, arms crossed in front of her with the one elbow supporting her still. "Doesn't matter really," she shook her head.

"As I was gonna say... for one night we could work a little fun into a little more... well, a real good decent meal for a change. At least for some of us. If not for the meal, maybe just for the sport someone like you might be interested in what I've got in mind?"

“Well my fun is kind of rough so what do you have mind?” she said in reply.

"Lookin' to get together a tight little group, me, couple others and you if you're interested. Looking to head out and find ourselves something native to shoot, eat, enjoy a night when we find a moment to manage that kinda thing. How's that soundin' to you?"

“I think that sounds like my kind of fun, as long as someone else does the cooking,” she responded.

"Tight," she said, faux slamming her fist against the treadmill's outer bar. Leaning off it she said, "I'll give out the call and round some people up, keep an eye on your comm."

“I am looking forward to it, ma’am,” she said with anticipation.

"Alright, I'm gonna go clean up," she said, moving backwards toward the washroom, "catch you around."

/scene