The commander's smile widened, breaking character completely. For someone who rarely showed emotion, the expression looked almost foreign on her face.
"You're already a good leader," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "All that shit you just said? That's exactly what we need."
Tatehan smiled back, but internally he felt the weight of pressure settling on his shoulders.
Pressure…
Those words sounded good coming out of his mouth. Confident. Tactical. All that. Like he knew what he was doing. But the truth was, he honestly didn't know how to lead. He'd never commanded anyone before. Never been responsible for other people's lives in that way.
But he guessed he'd have to figure it out now.
The commander stepped away from the screen and moved back behind her desk, pulling up something on a small holographic interface.
"Do you have a bank account?" she asked, not looking up.
Tatehan blinked. "No."
