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Makin' Gains

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Five feet and eleven inches of tanned glory strolled out into the atrium. A sleeveless smokey grey shirt exposed arms that drizzled sweat and pumped with blood. You could tell because the veins were poppin'.

Brad Skywalker toweled off with a white workout cloth, then slung it around his neck and put his hands on his hips. Thirty reps of five hundred. Just another day at the office. He needed to do some meal prep soon. Tomorrow started the new week and he'd sworn he wouldn't dirty bulk this time. Clean and mean. Yeah.

He smized at a passing hot thang in sparse robes and hoped he didn't blind her with the shine from his teeth.

Peak condition. That's what he'd strived for all his life. Gotta be peak. No way they'd bust the Sith's balls going in all catabolic.

Now, what to do next? Couple hundred hand-stand push ups or just go up to the top of the temple and watch the sunset?
 
Brad Skywalker. She’d heard about this man, this myth… But apparently the legend lived up and exceeded her most wild dreams. Kaia never spent much time at the Academy, but if he was going to be around? She could start to do this. Maybe she’d actually learn something, how to handle a lightsaber, or y’know, actually work out.

Oh my. There he was! She could see him! What was that feeling? Something new for the youngest Starcahser.

She was not in robes, she was in a tanktop and compression shorts. She had military training and hence treated all training as such. But on her way to enter the gymnasium, she definitely walked head long into the glass. The door was the next frame.

Oh gosh, really, Kaia?

[member="Brad Skywalker"]
 

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A hot brunette walked on by. Brad put a hand over his mouth and leaned back all sly. Oh, were those compression shorts?

"Daaaayum."

Yeah, he'd go dark side for her. Looked a little emo though. He hoped when he told her it wouldn't work out that she wouldn't go all freakout and eat a couple gallons of froyo while watching some pansy chic flicks. Cause then he definitely wouldn't get at that. All flabby.

Straight toned. He wanted a girl who respected herself. These bodies were the only ones they got. Screw all that clone stuff.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]
 
Oh gosh! Did he see her? She was so dumb. Kaia hated being off her ship. She knew the Wandering Star like the back of her hand, and the Dawn Treader? She was like the girl’s home town, she knew the best places to be. But here? The Academy? On a planet? No thank you. Not to mention Brad Skywalker. Why was she feeling this way?

So not like her…

Was he doing this to her? Did he know he was doing it? Was it a mind trick?

As for chick-flicks, no sir, this girl only watched After Empire, and Rebel without a Cause, and those movies based around the Galactic Civil War, like ‘Saving Private Gilbert’ which involved a sadistic Ewok and a man who had a thing for whales. She liked the gunfire. But the gym? That was still something she was working on.

She knew that to keep ready for any kind of conflict, she needed to stop being a Instagram fitness chick bit lazy and go to CrossFit. Did the Jedi have CrossFit? Was it worth it?

Were those gunshots every time he curled? Right, here was the door.

[member="Brad Skywalker"]
 

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Brad started curling again, pretending not to notice [member="Kaia Starchaser"] walk in, though he was bouncing his vision off of eight different mirrors in order to get a look at her from several different angles. Several.

He felt a pang as he put a name to that cute face. Starchaser. She was a Corellian, like him. A spike of pain rammed through his heart. Brad grit his teeth and tried not to think about that day, the day when everything fell apart. He amped up his rep speed.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two."

They said Jedi were supposed to experience peace. Well, Brad tried. Meditating was boring as all hell. Saber combat was ok. And the Force... well... He frowned and kept going. Faster.

"Twenty-five."

The onset of fatigue drove the thoughts from his mind. Good. He didn't want them.

"Twenty-eight."

Phew, this was too many. He had to be careful not to tear anything. Even Skywalkers were only human.

"Thirty."

Breathing heavily, he dropped the bar. It landed with a heavy thud. He walked past Kaia, sweat streaming down his arms, muscles rippling, veins popping.
 
Those were gunshots going off. Oh, gosh, how as that happening? He was soo cool.

Right, Kaia. Focus. You don’t even know his name… Well, actually you do, who couldn’t? It’s Brad FETHING Skywalker! He was like… the great great great times like 12 grandson of Luke Skywalker, the best Grandmaster, even better than Raaf! And he was here! Was this part that Brad was just that awesome, or the fact that this was like the life blood of the legend.

She figured that Brad probably had one of those shirts that said he was the man, the myth and the legend. Yeah, you know the ones. Kaia had seen them on one of those tourist trap worlds she went to during her like… first few months away from the home ship. She had a few weight machines in the Wandering Star, even Wardens in training needed to make gains.

But she knew she couldn’t keep up with Brad. Thirty? What was he? Some sort of Skywalker-Mando hybrid? She didn’t know what to do right now, but to keep away from staring at Brad and being super obvious, she decided stretching was the best bet. Yeah, and not the toe-touching… Okay, maybe the toe-touching. Oh gosh, he was coming over!

Don't trip... Don't trip...

[member="Brad Skywalker"]
 

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