Su-mil turned to gaze out the window. "Don't get me wrong," Twister warned. "An offer like this doesn't automatically entitle you to a commission. You'll have to work, and work hard, before you earn the right to wear the white armor."
"If I succeed, I will no doubt be perceived by some as having deserted my people," Su-mil pointed out quietly. "And if I fail, those perceptions will still be there."
"That's possible," Twister conceded. "Even if your leaders decide to join the Empire of the Hand, it may be a long time before the common people really accept that."
"And so you offer me yet another fool's bargain," Su-mil said, his highlights going pink with a wry smile.
Twister shrugged. "Sometimes those bargains work out in the end," he said. "Think about it, and let me know when you're ready."
"I am ready now," Su-mil said, standing up. "As you no doubt have already foreseen."
Twister smiled behind his faceplate. "As it happens, I have a transport waiting."