Captain Cassian Andor’s gaze darted around the recently-arrived member of the Rebellion with everything but trust. They were talking with one of the commanders, exchanging knowing smirks, and planning focused looks. Only one week working at the base, and everyone seemed to have grown fond of them already.

Being as experienced as Cassian was, he had learnt not to trust everyone so easily. The Rebel Alliance had many enemies asides from the Empire. And he did not trust them in particular. Not one bit. Somewhere—he did no longer remember where or from whom—he had heard that this particular rebel had once worked in the Empire’s ranks.

And while Captain Andor believed in redemption and second chances, this fact only added to his list of reasons to be wary of them. So far, though, they had excelled on the missions they had been sent on, proving themselves as a very valuable asset to the cause. Still, on the eve of a mission as important as the one coming in three days, Cassian had found himself keeping a closer eye on everybody.

“I see you’ve adjusted well,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest once the commander had left the room. “Make sure you have everything ready for tomorrow. We’ll have one last briefing. This can’t go wrong.”