Lost Temple
I walked out of the starport and waved down a personal transport. I set my heavy bag on the other seat and sat back after telling the driver where to go. A life time ago, before I had made a name in the Space Marines I had studied to become an alien archeologist. When I walked into the small shop the Amer shopkeeper turned and hissed, “Tamerlin!” I grinned and dropped the bag to catch him as he rushed across the shop to embrace me. I swung him around and set him down on his feet, “it has been awhile Hess.” He turned and waved around the shop, “my shop is yours.” I clapped his shoulder, “I am going out to look for Amerish.” Hess turned to look at me, “Amerish is lost.” I nodded, …