Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

Tyr was up early, as was his wont, though the late-night shenanigans of Ziost would likely impact that very quickly. Mornings were the best part of Tyr's day, and he was almost excited as he stomped into the gym. The shistavanen had fitted out a compact set of workout equipment on his ship in his personal cargo area, but it was cramped and limited, stretching himself in a real gym was significantly superior.

He scowled as he looked about, dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt, feet bare, a towel slung over his shoulder. Every gym was laid out differently, and he hated having to change up his routine so that he wasn't crisscrossing back and forth to use the different equipment. But he could make do, and the closest machine to the changing rooms was a lat pulldown, so he started there.