The matured teenage boy watches as the Collective Army Elite Class Ground Trooper approaches him hastily.

“Wassup, you my caretaker or something?”

Yawsuaba questions the Ground Trooper casually despite the both of them being the only known survivors of the crash landing.

“Field Commander…you really don’t remember?”

the Ground Trooper asks, clearly astonished.

Yawsuaba quirks an eyebrow before answering with a hint of annoyance.

“What the fuck do you think? You got a name?”