"Enough inane small talk, Jordan," cut in the man in yellow that Hal had been arguing with in the sky.

"I am Sinestro, leader of the Sinestro Corps. Our different corps are in the throes of a glorious war, each corps tapping into the power of a particular color in the emotional spectrum with our rings. We all gained access to a prophecy that claimed that twelve individuals from an unknown sector would appear here on this day on the living planet Mogo and that they would finally bring victory and an end to the War of Light. Since we cannot forcibly conscript you to each of our various Corps unless you are worthy of the power bestowed upon you, we all agreed to a temporary ceasefire to determine your loyalties. The rings themselves will decide which corps you belong to."

This Sinestro didn't seem to care that some of them might not want to be recruited at all.