“That is correct, Colonial Governor,” Forerunner said, its voice following her without a drone to produce it. Lightning Dust shivered as she heard it, her eyes apparently scanning the space all around them. But she didn’t complain. Compared to what they had all witnessed, this was small potatoes. “I have complied with that order. Though I still rely on the hardware at Landfall base, my primary installation has been relocated. I will not divulge its location.”