So where's the nest?

I've been spending a fair amount of time on the Orbital of late. Not that I'm trying to avoid folk, but it seems I get more done up there than I do in my office at Town Hall. Genni already handles most of the mundane day to day chores of running the Colony, leaving the more pressing matters for me to take on in an official capacity. It works. And some of the work I do on the Orbital can't be done on the surface. Too many interruptions.

Not that I could really talk much about the work I was doing on the Orbital, or anywhere else I was keeping myself busy. The nature of the beast. Left some folk wondering sometimes what I did with my time, but that was how things were. Tried to be around when it mattered, and always at least keep a finger on the pulse of the colony.

The recent series of Reaver attacks, coming on top of the strange body dumps Gallagher was working on has started to get folks a bit riled up. Don't blame them really. Seen more Reavers in the last week than we have in months.

They've been coming in low and cool, showing less of the typical Reaver broken shielding profile we're used to, making it harder for Navtrak to tag them as hostile and not just sneaky. Sneaky, we could live with. Problem was, the recent frequency led to one main conclusion: there was a new nest close by.

We'd already done a run through Beetle's Baily looking for anything new with no result. There were other rock fields in Shuttle range of Hale's, and we'd have to start looking at those too. The real worry was they had another big freighter or something to use as a mobile base. There'd been records of the Reavers capturing some awful big boats over the years and using them to stage raids.

Still amazed me that they were able to work together. Almost as much as the fact we were still seeing them amazed me.

Tied into Mindo's being dragged off? Might be. There'd been some really toppyoushimonai happenings involving that family and the Reavers. Some connection here wouldn't surprise me. But the priority was finding the new nest, and getting them off our collective backs.