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Vladimir Achlohr was not in a particularly good mood. In fact, he felt miserable. He was unable to sleep well the night before. That made him extremely irritable and grumpy. On top of that, his temporal lobe throbbed like a power generator going critical.
Achlohr was in his quarters. It was a medium sized, dimly lit room with no windows, as per his request. Vladimir sat on his bed, mumbling various expletives. His left arm rested on his knee, and his head on his hand. He held a clear, fizzy drink in his right. With a groan, he released the grip on his head. From a small pouch on his belt, the man produced a circular pill not more than 5 millimeters in diameter. He popped it into his mouth and followed with the remainder of his drink. Vladimir swallowed, and then placed the cup on his desk. with an explosive exhale, he fell back onto the bed. He wormed his way under the covers, curled up into a ball, and met darkness.


Achlohr slowly faded out from another dreamless snooze. The air on his face was cool, but the rest of his body was warm. The temperature difference was not something that disturbed his sleep, but it helped him wake up faster. The dull pain in his head was now gone. It was amazing what healing powers 9 1/2 hours of sleep could do. He opened his eyes, and noticed that he had forgotten to turn the lights off before going to sleep. He left his comfortable bed and sat in front of his desk. The console stationed there was blinking two notices. The first read: "MISSION AVAILABLE. BRIEFING IN ROOM M3-B4-2406."
I was sent four hours ago. The second message was more recent.
"RISE AND SHINE! GET TO M3-B4-2406 ASAP."
All traced of sleepiness evaporated. His first mission for the Shadow Order. Vladimir was excited. Elated. He took care in preparing himself for the task ahead.
First, he sprayed himself with a mild deodorant that was supposed to make him smell faintly of an ocean breeze. After that, he put on his layers of clothing and armor. A black sleeveless shirt and shorts. Then his chest plate, shin and forearm protectors, and his "utility belt," all covered by a thick black overcoat. He had traded in his cloak for the long coat many weeks ago. A pair of black boots completed his general appearance. After clothing himself, he stocked up on weapons. He had many holsters and sheaths that held a variety of guns and knives. But he took special care with his favorites. Dual DL-22 pistols in his belt holsters. Vibro shiv in front of his right pistol, another in an ankle sheath. He strapped a RLW-77 wrist laser on his left arm, and positioned it so that the barrel was parallel to the palm of his hand. Next came the DF-D1 flechette rifle. This short-range weapon was held by a strap on the outside of his leathery coat. After that came his vibro blade. It was hung on his coat to the left of the flechette gun. Lastly, he slipped his most prized weapon into its sheath. Achlohr was infinitely proud of his black obsidian knife. Feeling invincible, Vladimir picked up his personal data pad and followed the map to the briefing room.

It took him all of twenty six minutes to find. Waiting for him was a uniformed sergeant and a file with his "mission objectives." In short, it was a sheet of flimsi that told Achlohr to escort some person down to the planet, and make sure that she didn't die. He was shown a picture of a woman names Sarissa Valles. It was the only information the he was given about her. By many people's standards, she was strikingly attractive. But Vladimir had made it very clear to himself that he was not to develop any relationships, except for allies and adversaries. He was not fazed by Ms. Valles's looks. It sounded simple enough. Not too bad for his first mission, and certainly nothing that he couldn't handle. He was to get to designated shuttle, fly out to an orbiting warship, pick up the woman, and escort her down to the planet.
'That's odd. I wouldn't think that this place had visitors.' It donned on him that he was to protect this person, but also to make sure that she didn't do too much snooping around.
He eventually found the launch bay, and a departure/arrival panel told him which vehicle was his. It was a small, but armored, transport. Save the pilot, Vadimir was alone. And he hated flying. However, he swallowed his opinions and occupied a seat. There was a slight lurch due to the liftoff, despite the inertia dampeners. It was not long before he heard the pilot inform the Umbra Imperium that they would be docking in fifteen minutes. Achlohr leaned forward to see out the forward viewport; the only one on the small ship. A very large warship in the distance was growing.

Fifteen minutes passed very quickly. Before he knew it, he was walking off the ramp and standing on the a somewhat crowded deck. There was not much hustle and bustle, but mechanics, pilots, and their ships were present. There was also a number of armed security. The brief had not covered much detail, and the last thing that Achlohr wanted to do was wander around an unfamiliar war machine. Right now it looked like a classic case of "hurry up and wait." Vladimir walked around the shuttle that he had arrived in and stood before it. He folder his arms inside his coat, letting it cover and conceal him. He was a head on top of a leather shell. Only the toes of his thick black combat boots stuck out.
'So far, so good.' his mission was easy after all.

Vladimir watched Miss Valles enter the bay. She was accompanied my a man in uniform. He wore the insignia of a captain on his arm and collar. Achlohr clicked his heels and whipped his right hand into a solute. The officer seemed not to notice. Instead, he steered past him with his company to the ramp of the shuttle. Vladimir followed in step.
The Corporate diplomat was escorted past the Shadow adept by the accomplished officer to the shuttle. She stepped onto the ship and sat down on one of the padded seats. Vladimir entered the shuttle after her and took the seat closest to the door. He took a quick glance at the woman representing the CSA, but remained silent.
The ramp closed as the small ship prepared for the journey back to the surface of the planet. With a brief lurch, the shuttle lifted from the deck of the ship. It made haste through the vacuum back towards the temple. Vladimir's first mission was a short one, and was just about to be completed.

The ride in the shuttle was a short one. Vladimir knew that he and the CSA diplomat were close to arriving at their destination when the geophysical features of the planet could be clearly seen out the front viewport. The fact that the pilot opened a comm channel and announced their arrival to an air traffic control officer only solidified it as fact.

The shuttle arrived at the Shadow Temple, and was met by a detachment of security personnel. They would relive Achlohr of his duty, and escort Miss Valles to the room where negotiations were to take place. Vladimir watched the uniformed and armed guards surround the CSA diplomat and take her through a large door at the end of the docking bay. With his first mission completed, the Shadow adept decided that he would celebrate.... with a nap.