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[Fynn Tarrell]

Fynn had brought Hamza out to work out. The gym here was open and he figured they could get in some iron pumping. Fynn had recently got hold of the Emryc Thorne workout routine and figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a go. Who better than some giant ass Orc? They could pump until failure and then call it a day.

Wearing his gym clothes, Fynn would enter the building and sign in. Looking around he would find a good bench to get set up with weights on it. Looking at the starting weight he'd nod and then load up the bar. The amount on the bar was quite a bit, hopefully this doesn't break him when he's done. "Alright big guy you ready to get this work?" He'd chuckle as he laid down on the bench and get under the bar. After warming up his body to get to pumping, he'd take a deep breath and place his hands on the bar.

Pushing up he would get the bar above him and off the rack. Once felt it steady he would bring it down to his chest and then push it back up. The weight had some heft, the workout was no joke. Continuing he would get the ten reps in and then rack the bar. "Wooo!" He would belt out happy he's gettin the work in. Sitting up, and eventually standing he look to Hamza, "You shouldn't have a problem with it, it's good so far. Gets harder as we go though."

Looking around the gym, he noticed it wasn't super packed right now. This was a good thing, allowed them to use more weights and machines and space o do the abs workouts. Fynn pulled his speaker out of his backpack and bean playing some workout music to get them going. The playlist was mix of everything, a bunch of different genres and songs. Meant to please everyone.

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[Hamza Ozdemir]

It was nice to have gotten an invitation from Councilor Fynn for a workout. Hamza didn't know the Jedi leadership super well and he was looking forward to getting to know at least one of them a little better.

Plus, he was always a sucker for pumping iron in the gym. Though he usually stuck to his own home gym since a lot of the public ones didn't quite have the equipment made for people of his size. Luckily, Fynn was a rather large man himself so Hamza trusted that the Sephi would know a good spot.

Hamza was wearing his typical gym clothes which were essentially just a pair of shorts and nothing else. He never really liked shirts too much, it was always such a pain in the ass to find ones that actually fit him correctly. And it's not like he had a bunch of extra money to get all of his shirts tailored.

I'll do my best not to embarrass you, Councilor. Hamza said, jokingly. While their heights may have been similar - Hamza still being taller though, gg. - Hamza had about a hundred and thirty pounds on Fynn. The Orcolan's muscles had muscles.

As Fynn got straight to lifting weights, Hamza would warm up with a little bit of stretching and jump rope. He liked getting his heart pumping a bit before hitting the bench. After a few minutes, Fynn finished up and invited Hamza over to give it his own try. Feeling limber enough, Hamza went over to the bench, cracked his neck and laid down.

As he started pumping the bar, Hamza couldn't help but smirk a little bit. It was like lifting a pool noodle for the Orcolan. Of course, he wasn't going to make fun of Fynn and his weak girly arms, but that didn't mean he couldn't tell himself the jokes inside of his own head.

So how are you doing these days, Fynn? Hama asked in between reps. A lot of buzz in the Order lately. More than in a long time.

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[Fynn Tarrell]

Fynn laughed at the joke made by Hamza. The Sephi knew he was likely to be stronger, but this wasn't to see who was stronger it was to create bonds. To get a feel for the Order. Fynn started hitting some crunches to get his core in shape more, aiming to add another set of abs to his body. While they continued to workout Hamza had asked Fynn how things were going. "Well.." To say the least it was insanely stressful being in charge of so much. But it was a job needed done.

"It's bit much at times. Though, if it meant the Jedi Order thrives and we can stand against the Empire.. then that's enough for me." Standing up, he would get ready to hop on the bench when Hamza had finished to rack out ten more reps. The Orc seemed to not even be a little strained from it. One day Fynn would have that strength.

"How about you Hamza, how's your life been faring these days?" A genuine question as he was returning the question to the large Orcalon man. Fynn would listen as he began hitting some more bench pressing. Then adding a little extra, "You can choose another song if you want. I'm fine with whatever."

Then back to the weights. Giving an up, and down, and up, and down. Repeating his process he finished his repetitions and then sat up. He began moving his arms around to workout the strain and get back into a groove for the rest of the workout. This was time well spent.

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