I was finding his logic difficult to grasp.
“But by your definition any officer would do this. Why make this request specifically to me?” I asked.
“In theory that is the case. In actuality the lack of positive-negative judgment frequently only applies within the Warrior caste. Many of your fellow Warriors, while cognizant of the value of the other castes and therefore rendering proper respect, maintain an aloof, patronizing, almost disdainful air when dealing with those outside their own caste. Not that this trait is exclusive to the Warriors; the other castes also display it, including the Scientists. I find, it particularly distressing in Warriors because that is the caste I wish to enter. I have not sensed that disdain in my talk with you and as such have requested service under you. Not because I expect special consideration, but because I expect you would use me as fully as you would use any of your caste-raised Warriors.”
I thought about his proposal for several moments, then turned to go.
“Your proposal is not disagreeable to me. If the predicted promotion indeed comes to pass, I will accept your service.”
I paused in the doorway.
“What is your name, Scientist?”
“Zur,” he replied.
Zur it was, and his service has proved to be as true as his prediction of my promotion. Not only had he not given me any cause to regret my choice, his abilities had prompted me to name him my second-in-command, a move none of the other teammates seemed displeased with, even Ssah.
“Commander!” Zur’s voice interrupted my reverie.