His head was dizzy. Now he felt bad. And now, he made a new mental note, Headbutting also
an option. Groggily, he picked himself up off the floor, addressing the CO, "I should be fine, sir.
Only forgot how to count to ten." Checking his Sight, he found that the red glass had somehow
managed to stay intact. A good thing, too, if it had cracked Yong would have to spend A LOT of
time fixing it. Gingerly, he reached his hand up to his forehead, only to draw back wincing. Even
though it felt like he got pounded by a jackhammer, he knew Lars probably held back. He didn't
really count on anyone helping him, though. He grew used to this sort of thing, and was trained
by it to not develop bonds with his teammates, as all of them could die.
No matter how invulnerable someone felt, whether in their house, looking down upon the world, or in their mech, with godly authority, they were still men. Men and women who could die by gun, cannon, flame, or rifle. Pulling up a small Datapad, he accessed the GG's mech database. While he wouldn't know the rest of his allies mechs except for Lars, (and even that was a guess), he still needed to study up on mechs that they used in the rebelling worlds. Hopefully, they wouldn't bring any of their heavy hitters. However, being involved in shadow wars meant that the GG wasn't going to send them any more aid. To his family, he was dead the second he refused to join the military.
He DID get his answer, though. Lars tended to prioritize, putting bigger annoyances over smaller ones, dealing with "Irish" first before flooring him. Looking carefully, he realized that two more had joined the group. Of course, though, Yong knew that deep inside, under all of their relaxed expressions, they were all ready to kill, eager to kill, or very analytical.
Mindlessly, he flipped his P226 in his hand. Honestly it was an old model, conceived back on Old Earth. However, his father was really into history, and had given him the pistol as a gift. One of the new guys seemed like the obedient type, as he had probably been the most formal out of everyone. The second seemed a bit cocky, calling a former "11" squad wimps. Of course, he didn't really know any of them well. Even Lars, for all he knew, could just be bipolar, switching between moods at a rapid rate. Of course, something about the second guy felt off to him. Of course, he really couldn't think straight at the moment, his ears were still ringing from the headbutt. Honestly? That was probably how Lars greeted people. Though, of course, he couldn't keep on blaming everything on the madman. As a sociopath, he was no more than a more intelligent beast, willing to kill, and die killing.
Everyone else on the squad most likely had their own plethora of problems and skills in order to be on "11". Yong was lucky, he heard that they were going to let his mentor do it, however, his mentor had died two weeks prior to the sendoff. After that, they had to choose the next best person.... who STILL wasn't Yong. The next best person, and the person after that, were all commanders, and had their own duties to take care of. That left Yong. Of course, there was probably more reason for them picking him. He was the youngest, making it so that he could learn much more quickly on the spot, and be more impressionable.
Of course, he was loyal to the GG, after all, it was they who secured peace, if only the rebel worlds haven't interfered. However, he knew someone on the ship most likely more dangerous than Lars, not on strength, but in results. The Irish seemed to be the more "malicious" of the group. He had willingly partaken in a beating from Lars, had smiled, even. It was fortunate his mask covered his eyes. His "sleep" was just him pretending to snore. Of course, he wasn't fast enough to stop Lars from flattening him. But the Irish was a bigger threat. Everyone was focused on Lars, and he proved to be a scapegoat for most of the group's anger. However, the Irish was not, at the moment. Of course, he knew that the others could present their own threats. The guy who stormed out wasn't much of a threat, considering how prone he was to anger.
The sniper, probably not, due to being loyal. The Irish and Lars were on top priority. And behind them was Newcomer Two and the girl. Number Two seemed to be ambitious and cocky enough to present a threat, yet, being new, he didn't know much of him at all. For all he knew, he was evaluating Yong for his clumsiness, having been duped by Lars. Then, of course, the girl was a huge threat. Being the only female on the team, she would be able to sway some of the other squad members to her side. He made a mental note to avoid contact with her for those very reasons. Not only that, but, considering how the Irish had spoken to her first, (discounting Lars), it was most likely she seemed to be the most normal of the group. In that capacity, she would make a good balance point for the rest of the group. Some would be inspired, others, spiteful.
He took out a different coin, this time, with two different sides. It was a game he used to play with his old squad, Trust or Don't Trust. It was silly, but it still helped occupy his mind. He started walking to his room. He noted that it was only one bed, most likely since the CO already knew Yong's reputation as a nuisance. He evaluated each teammate. Lars. Trust. Of course, he wasn't really going to trust Lars, but, to be honest, HE was honest, and most likely would be the one with the most combat experience. Being trained and emotionless, he would be good at killing people, especially defectors or former allies. Of course, he didn't want Lars to recreate the Zenith Massacre. He would have to keep an eye on him. The girl, flipped a No Trust. Obvious and good enough for him. The Scout flipped a no trust. This surprised him a bit, after all, the guy had seemed extremely predictable. However, he supposed he didn't see anyone in their mechs yet. He shook his head, it was quite ridiculous to form a basis of trust for everyone, but it DID seem to make him consider new arguments in his mind. The Irish flipped a No Trust, which was good enough for him. The Sapper flipped a No Trust. Of course, he didn't know much about him, and he didn't talk much. He really couldn't discount ANYONE as a threat yet. Sniper flipped a Trust. Hopefully, he wouldn't get to see if he could snipe Yong, considering he defects at any point. Number Two flipped a No Trust, which seemed logical enough. After all, he hadn't reacted to seeing him beat up on the floor. To be honest, though, no one really reacted, the colonel included. This was probably because Lars did this a lot. He reached his bed. Crawled into it, and promptly fell asleep for the second time this day(Voluntary, though).