"Good. So it's a safe guess they've got some of those Servitor machines on that territory they've set up in the Wilds." Something to remember if they have to fight the Fallen again. Take out their ether production, and they'll feel what it's like to starve. "What kind of technology do they use?"
Ben quietly puts Baroness Pelsor's name to memory. Knowing gangs, or even loosely-knit organizations in general, setting off a power struggle by removing leadership might be a way to cripple them, at least for a while. That makes two weak spots. If this Baroness is the kind of charismatic, ruthless leader Ben suspects she is, her loss would be a blow to the Fallen. That explains why she's so cautious.
"Depending on how well-organized they are, they might not have a successor in place, and if they don't taking out this Baroness might throw Winter into chaos. Again, she probably knows this. I suppose that's why Pelsor's hiding behind her banners and dregs and this truce of hers. She's afraid of you." Ben smirks, boasting a little. "It isn't just you they should fear. You Guardians might be the Fallen specialists here, but you're not the only ones who can fight rough."
Ben has no place to judge the Fallen morally, but he still has a quiet disdain for Pelsor's tactics. He was a monster, and he was a bad leader, but he always put himself on the front lines in a fight. Pelsor's more distant leadership style, refusing to deal personally with her enemies, is practical and speaks to her people's desperation. She's clearly a better strategist, but to Ben her methods reek of cowardice. The distaste is clear in his voice.
"Not a bad idea. As I said, you're the experts. But the fact we can't go on their territory complicates things. That makes tracking their activity here or even knowing how large and well-armed the enemy force is difficult. There's presumably nothing in this truce stopping them from keeping an eye on us - hardly an even deal, in my eyes." As a former warlord, Ben knows the kind of unfair terms that are forced on a defeated opponent, and wonders if that's how Pelsor sees them.
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Ben quietly puts Baroness Pelsor's name to memory. Knowing gangs, or even loosely-knit organizations in general, setting off a power struggle by removing leadership might be a way to cripple them, at least for a while. That makes two weak spots. If this Baroness is the kind of charismatic, ruthless leader Ben suspects she is, her loss would be a blow to the Fallen. That explains why she's so cautious.
"Depending on how well-organized they are, they might not have a successor in place, and if they don't taking out this Baroness might throw Winter into chaos. Again, she probably knows this. I suppose that's why Pelsor's hiding behind her banners and dregs and this truce of hers. She's afraid of you." Ben smirks, boasting a little. "It isn't just you they should fear. You Guardians might be the Fallen specialists here, but you're not the only ones who can fight rough."
Ben has no place to judge the Fallen morally, but he still has a quiet disdain for Pelsor's tactics. He was a monster, and he was a bad leader, but he always put himself on the front lines in a fight. Pelsor's more distant leadership style, refusing to deal personally with her enemies, is practical and speaks to her people's desperation. She's clearly a better strategist, but to Ben her methods reek of cowardice. The distaste is clear in his voice.
"Not a bad idea. As I said, you're the experts. But the fact we can't go on their territory complicates things. That makes tracking their activity here or even knowing how large and well-armed the enemy force is difficult. There's presumably nothing in this truce stopping them from keeping an eye on us - hardly an even deal, in my eyes." As a former warlord, Ben knows the kind of unfair terms that are forced on a defeated opponent, and wonders if that's how Pelsor sees them.