Holy shi- the kid just fell off their speeder bike, like- fell, going over seventy clicks an hour. Not just that, the kid, who had barely been deployed long enough to be entered into the speeder training program and graduate, had just gotten up, brushed the dust of their white plastoid armor and hobbled over to their wrecked speeder, started it up and getting right back on it to ride it all the way back to base. Neyo would have stopped, checked the kid, but he was in shock after watching the kid fall off the speeder, let alone stand right back up and speed past him, back on track with only about half the speeder bike operational. When they had all arrived back to the ship, which was docked on the planet they where currently fighting on, he had found the speeder parked away but not the kid, asking a couple troopers around, they all said the kid went off with their unit to the stationed mess hall to get some late-meal before it was all swept up. Commander Neyo had headed there, searching the entire mess hall till he saw the kid. He hadn't even asked the kid to follow him, just yanking the kid up from their seat and pulling them along, right out the door, down the hall and to his office.