A lot of things were easy when gravity was on your side. The same could be said of time. The climb back up the side of the freighter was arduous, but none of the trainees complained. The length of the ship took even longer to traverse on the outside. Luckily, the damage from the fallen spire wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. The material was dense and heavy, but its fragility prevented it from causing any serious harm to the armored freighter. Apart from the giant tear down the side of the hull, there was no other obvious damage. The com array was still intact. From the top of the ship I could see in the distance the hazy outlines of spires that were even more gargantuan than the one Tremma had knocked down. There were dozens of them. Without the mist it might have looked like a forest where every tree was as tall and elegant as the Protectorate Tower on Old Earth. The view made me think of cathedrals and basilicas, Old Earth temples to ancient belief systems.
