Last spark from the ashes

"So, what do you think they want, then?" Palmer raises an eyebrow as he walks. "If they're planning to stay, there's gotta be something here they want. They won't find any recruits for their war here, and they won't find any Light, either. Weapons, maybe, or resources. Other worlds to raid. We can't do anything to keep an eye on whatever they're up to without breaking the truce." There's something else he meant to ask. "What do they live off of if they don't need food, anyway?"

Judging by Palmer's frown, he's worried. He didn't expect much from Pelsor, granted, but there are too many open ends to this ceasefire to really make him comfortable. "It's a loss I'm willing to take. I mean, if the land's what they were after the whole time, we weren't using it anyway. I guess the question is what she's gonna use her shiny new base for. She doesn't seem the type to just settle down and play nice."

"I'm guessing that by 'generous', they'd mean 'didn't slaughter all of us after robbing us blind and take over the Nexus'. That's generous by their standards, I guess." Palmer shrugs. "Can't say I'm optimistic that this is the end of it, but hopefully the truce'll give us time to rebuild."

Palmer's suspicions about the nature of the Light are correct. He was a bit of a thief himself in his teenage years, though he's more-or-less reformed since he left his gang. He knows a thief when he sees one, and Blaze isn't the type.

"But that's not the only thing I wanted to talk with you about." Palmer shrugs off the subject of the Fallen. They're not his enemies to fight, at least not now, and he's got a bigger problem on his hands. "We had a deal before the winter interrupted it. My offer's still open." If Blaze accepts, Palmer will discreetly make sure Bob leaves the team. He knows the Thing isn't comfortable around the Guardians and the distrust is likely mutual. "You can still join my team, if you like."