Exile Sky

<p>Sloane might not relish the situation that's got her tangled in a web of Galactic Fleet and Trade Federation politics – but she's knee-deep in it now. And she's finished with dead ends. </p><p> </p><p>When she finally cracks the clue her uncle left behind it points directly to the worst spot in the galaxy: a barren wasteland of a moon (if it counts as a moon when the planet it was orbiting has been blown into bits) where her toes are guaranteed to freeze solid in about thirty seconds. </p><p> </p><p>Between the bandits the blizzards and the cybernetic wolves her hands are full. Not that she's complaining… much. </p><p><br>Sloane only hopes she can escape the trek with all her toes intact – and the evidence she needs to save the galaxy from imperial rule. </p><p> </p><p>No pressure. </p>