A sharp mind and a strong body were the best weapons in Phillipa’s opinion. Ever since joining the Alliance, she always made sure that both were in top shape. It was her careful training that got her out of a number of scrapes, and she wasn’t going to keep herself out of trouble anytime soon. So she continued training day after day.
Tucked away in a corner of the garage, she was about halfway through her regimen. Pushups, situps, planks and whatever other equipment-free exercises she could think of. The ship didn’t have enough space to accommodate a gym, but that wasn’t any excuse for her to stop her daily routine.
She was mid-squat when she caught sight of Jamar out of the corner of her eye. Without missing a beat, she motioned for him to come closer, as she continued. “Care to join me? I’ve still got a ways to go.”
Jamaar was walking around the ship, levitating a small ball around him with his abilities as a method to alleviate his boredom. He had absentmindedly made his way to the garage, and quickly noticed The Commander at one of the garage’s corners, exercising.
It didn’t take long for her to notice that he was there, and without missing a beat or stopping her exercises she invited him over to join her. After a second of though he nodded. “Yea sure. Give me a second to stretch first though.” He said, putting aside the ball he was messing with.
After a few minutes of stretching he joined her, following her pace. He had his own exercise regime, even though he wasn’t as....consistent as it should have been.