Matthew Grim exits his ship & approaches the Islay station Dockmaster; wordlessly pays his mooring fee & takes a left out of the bay towards the equipment shop.
He takes the second right & walks down a long corridor that dead ends at a large service elevator.
He bitterly grimaces at the loud metallic echo that bounces off the metallic walls with every footfall clicking on metallic deckplates.
Reaching the lift, he presses the call button & looks up to glance at the sign above the doors for a moment that reads: Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here. The doors slide open and He steps inside, taking his place in one of the many seats that line the walls, & pulls down the shoulder harness, locking him in place.
'Password Please' stated the automated voice over the speakers.
"Crushed velvet corpsegrinder" he replied, and after only a momentary pause, the elevator drops like a stone down the shaft towards the bowels of the station, lifting Matthew off his seat, inertia pressing his upper body against the padded bars of the harness, giving him the familiar queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that he has always found to be pleasant.
After the lift comes to a complete stop, the harness unlocks & the doors open, allowing the thick evening fog to billow in.
'Welcome to Hell' states the automated voice as the man exits the lift & heads down a flight of steps towards a creepy green light that fills the cavernous entrance foyer below.