Rao is back on Colla IV, riding inside of a crashing transport for what seems like an eternity. He looks over and can see his youngest brother, Romin, holding on for dear life. He does what he wish he could have done before and grabs his hand. “It’s going to be alright!” He yells over the sound of wind buffeting his ears. For a moment, he felt okay. Like a good brother. The recruit next to him shook Rao awake. He had fallen asleep on the trip to the Endor’s GA training base. Rao argued that he didn’t need training but his recruiter said it was mandatory. He wasn’t angry just didn’t see it as necessary for his role as a rebel agent. In the end, he figured that it wasn’t a bad idea, he was unfamiliar with the Alliance’s internal workings and he could make sure his skills as a soldier weren’t atrophying. ‘It might even be nice to spend some time not in a war zone.’ he mused optimistically. It was not a nice time. Weeks on end of being woken up hours before the sun even threatened to rise, going on full gear runs, coming back and sparring till mid-day, then studying until nightfall. The good news is that every night was the best sleep he’d had since Colla IV. Now that he was in the final week of Basic Training they were giving him his first day off. Rao was ecstatic. While he had made functional friends in his class of cadets, he could tell that they didn’t want much to do with him, so he was intent on spending as much time on-base today talking to people. Strange as it may seem, he was very social for a Mandalorian. He wasn’t allotted the time to speak to anyone outside of his class for the entirety of his time on Endor. As of 0900 today, Rao’s mission is to make connections and contacts within the Galactic Alliance on Endor’s military base.