Armand Temi
Orphan
Location: Alliance Fitness Center on Sullust, Time: 6:30am
Entering the GA gym before seven a.m. on a Saturday was nearly unheard of for most of the Alliance military personnel – soldiers, pilots, special agents and the like – but for Sylvia Nuru, it was just another day at the office.
As she entered the state-of-the art facility, climbing aboard her favorite treadmill, she synched up her chrono to the machine in order to give her the vital stats and keep a record of how far she’d run today and over the past week. Of course, the Red Devil hadn’t missed one day and by the looks of it on the chrono, she was not even a minute late to each workout session. 6:30am on the dot. Normally a source of pride, that type of dedication… well, it just seems a little OCD doesn’t it, Sylvia? Am I really challenging myself with this punishing schedule, or just going through the motions, she thought?
A vast array of machines – real and virtual - that could be used to train, along with good old fashioned weights, punching bags and medicine balls, were situated around the Fitness Center, but the redheaded pilot preferred the simplicity of running. If she was feeling dangerous, she’d set the incline button to “Ryloth Range.”
Unsurprisingly, no one was at the gym – not a soul. There’d been a party in one of the barracks the night before and again, Sylvia missed it because she either wasn’t paying attention, wasn’t invited or a little bit of both. Probably both, she thought. But aside from stragglers like herself that would amble in around seven am, most of the Alliance personnel were sleeping off hangovers and hookups.
But there was no better way to get rid of that “odd woman out” feeling than to work up a generous sweat. Wearing a black and white striped tank top, a bare midriff and capri leggings, her flame-red hair pulled up just so:
Sylvia began pounding the treadmill surface, starting out at a light jog and working up to a full run.
[member="Sasha Starkos"]
Entering the GA gym before seven a.m. on a Saturday was nearly unheard of for most of the Alliance military personnel – soldiers, pilots, special agents and the like – but for Sylvia Nuru, it was just another day at the office.
As she entered the state-of-the art facility, climbing aboard her favorite treadmill, she synched up her chrono to the machine in order to give her the vital stats and keep a record of how far she’d run today and over the past week. Of course, the Red Devil hadn’t missed one day and by the looks of it on the chrono, she was not even a minute late to each workout session. 6:30am on the dot. Normally a source of pride, that type of dedication… well, it just seems a little OCD doesn’t it, Sylvia? Am I really challenging myself with this punishing schedule, or just going through the motions, she thought?
A vast array of machines – real and virtual - that could be used to train, along with good old fashioned weights, punching bags and medicine balls, were situated around the Fitness Center, but the redheaded pilot preferred the simplicity of running. If she was feeling dangerous, she’d set the incline button to “Ryloth Range.”
Unsurprisingly, no one was at the gym – not a soul. There’d been a party in one of the barracks the night before and again, Sylvia missed it because she either wasn’t paying attention, wasn’t invited or a little bit of both. Probably both, she thought. But aside from stragglers like herself that would amble in around seven am, most of the Alliance personnel were sleeping off hangovers and hookups.
But there was no better way to get rid of that “odd woman out” feeling than to work up a generous sweat. Wearing a black and white striped tank top, a bare midriff and capri leggings, her flame-red hair pulled up just so:

Sylvia began pounding the treadmill surface, starting out at a light jog and working up to a full run.
[member="Sasha Starkos"]