You walk behind Master Hasarian. The metal decking of the docking bay rings as you walk.
Footfall...
A massive, sprawling void port of gigantic stone asteroids bound together by ornate bridges, flexible tunnels, and chains the size of voidships, all centred around a macrostatue of the most holy that stand kilometers high. This statue, placed by Footfall's founder, the Rogue Trader Parsimus Derwin, looks out sadly over a morass of vice, degradation, perversion, sedition, mutation, and heresy.
The floating agglomeration of Footfall is situated just rimward of The Maw, transfixed in the hellish glare of the star Furibundus.
It was in this hellish glare that you and your ship Holy Venture, a Sword class, were nearly turned to dust by Footfall's trigger-happy gunners. However the mear mention of Hasarian's name abruptly ended the bombardment. You little of you new master at the moment.
However you know that he is imposing. The black beard, the heavy xeno fur pelt, even the way he walks. "A refined barbarian" A crew mate put it.
You can tell that beneath the braided moustache that the man is smirking. Hes Happy to be here!
Unlike you. This is the first time on the massive void station of rock and chain. A floating settlement of scum.
As you reach one of the great airlocks that serve at the entrances to Footfall, Hasarian smiles.
"Brace yourselves" he says
With an angry burst of venting gases, the armoured airlock portal swings outwards. As the swirling miasma clears, a thousand sights, sounds and smells assault your senses simultaneously. Stepping through, you find yourself in a huge, vaulted space, the walls made of roughly-hewn stone dripping with the corruption of ages.
This is the Footfall longshore, and it is crowded with hundreds of void-farers, labourers, servitors, merchants, and scum—all swearing, grunting or calling out the values of their wares. If you expected a welcoming party, you’re disappointed— this is Footfall, where money and blood are the only currency.
Hasarian takes a deep sniff of air.
"AH! You smell that lads? That, is the smell of progress!" he says spreading is arms wide as if to take it all in "That is the smell of the boundaries of the Imperium spreading!"
He turns back to you, so you can talk face to face.
"I never tire of visiting this place. Is it not glorious?" he asks
Player prompt: now would be a good time to ask about why Hasarian like Footfall, or why it is so important or even just to take it all in.