CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kevin watched the battle for the planet below unfold with the same interest he might have had in a new video game. It seemed almost the same, with bright flashes of light as blasts of energy struck, and the rapid dance of spacecraft in deadly combat. He tried to consider what he felt about the fact that there were people killing and dying out there in the blackness around the planet, but it felt like a foolish question. Why should he feel anything, when he was one of the Hive?
He considered the Ilarian fighting ships, which moved and turned with the speed of a school of silver fish, weapons picking Hive craft out of space with the deadliness of razors. Each took out more than its share of Hive fighter craft as they moved closer to the world, bursting five or six at a time
