Lao stood there in his Mandalorian armour on the world of Mandalore, specifically one for his clan Akaata. He waited for his new recruit. Ebos. Some kid. Lao stood there facing the walk way, with his back to his ship The Last Ronin, just a YT-1300 ship. Lao had some small modifications to it but nothing much really. Lao was holding his helmet, letting his long black curly hair wave in the breeze. His armour had the orange and his clan Insignia.
Lao knew he was probably too old for this, but knew that his clan needed new blood even if he would catch some poodoo from that Pirate King turned War Master. His thoughts quickly changed over to his own children. He wondered where they were now. Especially the twins. A few in the Galaxy knew he had children. He wanted to keep it that. Best way to keep them shield from retaliation or influence from others.
Lao only hoped that this one could fly. It would be his first test. Pass and they were good, and fail.......well poodoo. Standing there he did reach out with Force. If only to sense this surroundings better. He knew that he could get in trouble for using Force Powers on Mandalore, but he hoped to get away with it, just once. No all rules were meant to be enforced at all times.