"Ahhh... right."
He took the sack gratefully. "Thanks."
Working his way up the base, he managed to get about a third of the way before the first hour went by.
"Huh??" he exploded as his chrono beeped 1 hour. Okay, time to go all out.
He turned green. Using the cyclical metabolism that made his kind unique, he got a second wind, then a third, fourth and fifth wind all at once.
He had made it about 7/8 of the way up when he got a 5 minute warning. To make things worse, he had a cliff to scale.
He pulled the grappling hook out of his sack. There was no way that the rope would make it to the top; it was far too short. Unless...
Swinging it up, he caught it on an outcropping. Tugging at it, he found it was firm, but not locked. Good. Taking a running leap, he used the Force to shove at his back, swinging his body up, using the hook as a pivot. Looking down from the miniscule ledge he was now on, he saw he was about 1/3 of the way up the face. Grinning, he threw the hook and latched it to the rock to his right and below him.
Jumping, he pulled on the rope at the bottom of the swing, shortening the rope and using his kinetic energy (and the Force) to propel himself almost all the way up the cliff. From there it was only a little hop, skip, clamber, and he was on top.
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