~ Chapel Perilous ~

[OrrinDymas]

"Mr. President, its almost time to leave."

"thankyou."

The president barely heard the polite intern, he was more interested in a crop of boulders at the egde of the landing pad. They had landed on Leeds for refueling. All of the major fuel stops were over crowded with quarreling civilians fighting over small caches of supplies. They had to fly out to the sticks to get any service. Surprisingly enough, Leeds still had some wilderness left to it, though much was quite polluted. Mostly arid desert in this region, too expensive to develop perhaps. The president had noticed some movement by the boulders accompanied by a strange sound.

With his guards watching the area very closely, the president stood and walked over to the rocks. There, in the middle under some dead brush was a nest with 13 eggs. 13, the president recounted to be sure. Not all of the eggs were intact, there were 5 broken shells, the contents having left some time ago. There were markings in the sand leading deeper under the rocks, strange markings, like a snake would make, only erratic. The remaining 8 eggs were inert, probably dead. At the edge of vision he saw movement, looked up. Nothing.

"Sir, the locals say there are still predators here, I'd prefer if you wait in Colonial One."

"Alright Tammo, we can go now."