The Valkyr had apparently picked a bad time to land here for resupply. Great, Giru sighed to himself in disgust, market day. He took a moment at the edge of the street, peering into the crowd to get his bearings. The layout seemed to have foodstuffs closest to the spaceport, which made sense – the…

A braggart, that’s what you are, boy; a damn fool braggart, Giru thought as his arms strained to pull himself up the next meter of rock face. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to boast about being able to scale the Celest Wall and slip into the Imperial garrison there, and…