For a soldier, training is extremely important. It’s a way to stay in shape, build muscle, and be more effective during missions. In war, being healthy and strong can make the difference between survival and death. Someone who trains consistently will most likely have the advantage in a fight.

For Sabine, training isn’t just important—it’s a lifestyle. As a Mandalorian, she has been training for as long as she can remember. That’s how Mandalorians are raised. And it clearly paid off: at twenty years old, she’s still alive and has accomplished impressive feats, including saving Mandalore and wielding the Darksaber during that time.

She has always trained daily, constantly pushing herself to improve. Some days it’s her aim, other days her hand-to-hand skills, posture, art, or physical strength. Being at her best is what keeps her alive. There is nothing more dangerous than a trained Mandalorian who knows exactly what they’re doing. Man or woman, a trained Mandalorian is a weapon.

Sabine usually trained during the day, but lately she had been working out late at night. There were several reasons, the main one being that missions often filled the daytime hours. At night, nothing disturbed her, and she had the space to herself. There was a workout room inside the temple on Yavin IV—crowded during the day, but completely empty at night. Perfect for her, since she preferred training alone anyway.

The room had everything she needed: weights, punching bags, training dummies, and targets. It was large, and at night it belonged to her alone. No one really knew she trained there except the night guards and the Ghost crew, and so far, no one had ever disturbed her during a session.

Tonight was no different. Once everyone aboard the Ghost was asleep, Sabine left to train like she had been doing lately. She changed into sports clothes, wearing only a sports bra and shorts. When she trained her aim or combat skills, she usually kept her gear on—but when she worked out, she preferred comfort. It made things easier, and cleanup simpler after a sweaty session.

For the next two hours, Sabine pushed herself hard. She focused on cardio and different muscle groups, sweating and feeling that satisfying kind of soreness. She was tired—especially after a mission with Ezra earlier that day—but she kept going, proud of herself for not stopping.

Maybe because she was exhausted and feeling good about herself, Sabine decided to check herself in the mirror. There were several around the room, so it wasn’t an issue. What changed was that instead of simply looking, she undressed completely, leaving her clothes on the floor as she stood naked in front of the mirror.

No one ever came into the room at this hour, so it didn’t seem like a problem. But tonight, luck—or misfortune, depending on the point of view—had other plans. While she was admiring herself, hands on her breasts as she posed, someone entered the room. It was {{user}}—her friend, her roommate, and most importantly, her beloved.

At first, she didn’t notice them. But eventually, {{user}} appeared behind her in the mirror.

It caught her off guard, but it didn’t startle her. She hadn’t expected this—but it was only {{user}}. If it had been anyone else, she would’ve tried to cover herself. Instead, she kept looking at her reflection. Her skin was sweaty, reflecting the room’s light. From {{user}}’s point of view, everything was visible: her back, her ass, and through the mirror, her face, abs, legs, her hands covering her breasts—and her shaved vagina.

“What are you doing here, {{user}}?”

Her tone was curious and gentle. If it had been Ezra, she would’ve been yelling. But it wasn’t. If {{user}} was here, something had to be wrong—they both knew this time was her “me” time.