CT-138117 was in his quarters. Pushing himself off the floor with his bare hands, back leveled with his butt poised. 

"56.. 57.. " He mustered with each new breath. 

CT-138117 shared his quarters with other troopers. All of which have either seen action, or will. This one housed sixteen bunk beds. White, basic, with armor stacked on one end- your bunk mates at the other. Weapons underneath, above your memory foam, or by your feet beside your armor. There was no view. Just an entrance.

He was inbetween #13 & #15. 

"80.. 81.." He paused, and abandoned the rest as he turned over to sit on his behind. He began to count off on his fingers:
"Curls, sit ups, jax, push ups... Oh, right. Stretches." But at that moment his belly began to growl. 

He stared over one of the bunks at the door. "Can't forget to eat." He said with a sly grin. He put his arm on his bunk to steady his rise as he reached for the above bunk to pull himself up. He marched to the end of bunk #13, grabbed his helmet with one hand and slid it on with both. Grabbed his modified E-11 from under CT-138118s bunk and slung it around his shoulder, he kept it in place with his right hand. 

He marched out the door to the galley. Prepared for whatever he wants next.