He remembers … dying.
 
Remembers the ship blown open around him. Remembers calling out ARVADA even as the sun burned out his eyes. Then death.
 
But now a fragment of awareness creeps into … something. Something with no feeling. No body. No hands or legs. No eyes, no ears. No mouth.  No breath.
 
Only a great black void.
 
Then the cry: ARVADA!
 
And with it, fury.
 
Through many battles Arvada Sattar’s guerilla war against the Evolved brought only victory. Now her fabled luck begins to run thin. During her last few forays the enemy seems to guess her every move beforehand. Then she realizes.
 
Sahan. Not dead after all, but somehow revived and in some form made a weapon — against her.
 
One of them must die. Or maybe both.