Footfall Station is an Imperial outpost on the edge of the Koronus Expanse, a wild sector of frontier space that I plan to tame as a newly minted Rogue Trader. Before we arrive at Footfall, however, one of my tech-priests asks a question. Do I want to be greeted with the formality my title deserves? Or do I want to enter the station incognito?
Frankly, I’m insulted by the question. I’m a bloody Rogue Trader! I’m a one-man East India Company, given special warrant by the Imperium to explore uncharted space, expand its borders and milk the colonies I establish for everything they’re worth. In the callous meat-grinder of the Imperium, I’m one of the few allowed to turn the handle. I want the red-carpet treatment. Trumpets, confetti, adoring crowds and something sexy bursting out of a cake.
