Falcon Unending
277 Feet Tall
Mk IV Jaeger
Speed 8/10
Power 7/10
Armor 8/10
Kaiju Kill Count: 3
Mack Jefferson
Jaeger Pilot
6'2''
184lbs
Sydney Carlton
Jaeger Pilot
5'8''
140lbs
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Falcon Unending
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Wing City Spaceport
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DiamondJack
Description
Falcon Unending
277 Feet Tall
Mk IV Jaeger
Speed 8/10
Power 7/10
Armor 8/10
Kaiju Kill Count: 3
Mack Jefferson
Jaeger Pilot
6'2''
184lbs
Sydney Carlton
Jaeger Pilot
5'8''
140lbs
So begins...
Falcon Unending's Story
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The Jaeger carrier thundered down the street as it carried the mighty Falcon Unending. The 250 foot tall machine was being transported to the Spaceport. The Kaiju threat didn't just extend to Terra. It had spread to other planets. Falcon Unending, along with a few other Jaegers from Terra, were being shipped off to various planets that needed them.
To the citizens of Wing City however, the transport probably seemed like a parade. Falcon Unending had killed 3 Kaiju on Terra, and had amassed quite a following as the next great Jaeger. Kids wanted to be Falcon Unending for Halloween. So as the streets lined with people to watch Falcon Unending go down the street.
Pilots Mack Jefferson and Sydney Carlton stood at the base of their Jaeger smiling and waving at the people on the sidewalks. They were rock stars. For however popular Falcon was, it wouldn't run without the two pilots. They caused Falcon to crush Sawback's head, to cut Totenkopf in half. They were almost glad to be leaving Terra. Mack and Sydney had given twenty interviews in the last two weeks.
Falcon Unending continued to rumble down the street with it's military escort.
To the citizens of Wing City however, the transport probably seemed like a parade. Falcon Unending had killed 3 Kaiju on Terra, and had amassed quite a following as the next great Jaeger. Kids wanted to be Falcon Unending for Halloween. So as the streets lined with people to watch Falcon Unending go down the street.
Pilots Mack Jefferson and Sydney Carlton stood at the base of their Jaeger smiling and waving at the people on the sidewalks. They were rock stars. For however popular Falcon was, it wouldn't run without the two pilots. They caused Falcon to crush Sawback's head, to cut Totenkopf in half. They were almost glad to be leaving Terra. Mack and Sydney had given twenty interviews in the last two weeks.
Falcon Unending continued to rumble down the street with it's military escort.
The setting changes from wing-city to Wing City Spaceport
The huge Jaeger sat in the Spaceport as it was prepared for a flight through space. The huge mechanical monster was needed elsewhere as the Kaiju threat had extended to other planets. The pilots Mack and Sydney were sitting at a cafe a short way from their Jaeger and the gigantic ship that was to carry them to their new home.
"Where do you think they're sendin' us Syd?" asked Mack. "Knowing my luck they're sending us to some godforsaken jungle world," said Sydney. She had an Australian accent. The two were one of the only tandems of pilots that didn't come from the same country. They liked it that way.
Falcon unending was slowly being loaded onto the huge Jager-ship as command called it. It would serve as a Shatterdome until one was built on Falcon Unending's new home world.
"So," said Sydney, "Can't wait." Mack thought for a moment, "Me neither."
"Where do you think they're sendin' us Syd?" asked Mack. "Knowing my luck they're sending us to some godforsaken jungle world," said Sydney. She had an Australian accent. The two were one of the only tandems of pilots that didn't come from the same country. They liked it that way.
Falcon unending was slowly being loaded onto the huge Jager-ship as command called it. It would serve as a Shatterdome until one was built on Falcon Unending's new home world.
"So," said Sydney, "Can't wait." Mack thought for a moment, "Me neither."
Mack looked to the girl that had grumbled. He thought she said something about tentacles and salt. Mack didn't know what to do with that. He wanted to help but he didn't know how to help with a problem involving Tentacles and salt. "Sydney..." started Mack
"On it," said Sydney. Sydney moved and sat at the girl's table. "Seems like you've got a problem," said Sydney in her Australian Accent. Her voice was soft and sincere. It was deceiving. She was one of the most aggressive Jaeger pilots in the corps. "Care to explain it to me? I might be able to help," said Sydney.
"On it," said Sydney. Sydney moved and sat at the girl's table. "Seems like you've got a problem," said Sydney in her Australian Accent. Her voice was soft and sincere. It was deceiving. She was one of the most aggressive Jaeger pilots in the corps. "Care to explain it to me? I might be able to help," said Sydney.
She hmphed loudly and grumbled a little "There is no one here to fight. All of these people here are either running away, pissing themselves or doing both!! Its unfair!!" She said and drained her glass rapidly with a grunt "I was told this planet had hundreds of interesting challenges to help hone and prove my indominable skills...and yet the one fight I got, some tentacle monster freak threw a pineapple at me" She said with rubbing her temples
"I just want one challenge!!" She yelled and hurled her glass across the room and shattered it on the wall
"I just want one challenge!!" She yelled and hurled her glass across the room and shattered it on the wall
Sydney was taken aback by the rage in this girl. Sydney never had the problem of not being challenged. She fought giant monsters for a living. Then it struck her. Then she realized she was crazy. No matter how powerful this girl was she couldn't fight a Kaiju. "Have you tried walking down the street? There are vampires and demons and robots everywhere in this goddamn town," Sydney noted.
Mack looked on. If this girl wanted a challenge she could always go fight a Kaiju. Mack chuckled to himself as he thought of that.
Mack looked on. If this girl wanted a challenge she could always go fight a Kaiju. Mack chuckled to himself as he thought of that.
The girl grumbled and just let her long, monkey tail uncoil from her waist and grabbed a bottle from the counter and brought it to her lips, taking a swig from it harshly "I tried...no challenges. A gang of vampires tried and I ended up vaporizing them...no challenge, no threat whatsoever" She said while slamming her head down in disbelief on the table, sending a large crack running down the middle
"Where can a Saiyan get a good fight around here that will actually make my heart start pumping? I doubt this planet has anything worth while" She said while slamming her head into the table again and again while sending more cracks down the middle of it before her stomach began to growl with an animal intensity before perking up "Man...despite not having a challenge, I sure am hungry...sorry I am a little schizo..." She said while holding out a hand "Im Vasha...whats your name?"
"Where can a Saiyan get a good fight around here that will actually make my heart start pumping? I doubt this planet has anything worth while" She said while slamming her head into the table again and again while sending more cracks down the middle of it before her stomach began to growl with an animal intensity before perking up "Man...despite not having a challenge, I sure am hungry...sorry I am a little schizo..." She said while holding out a hand "Im Vasha...whats your name?"
Sydney tilted her head and smiled as she shook Vahsa's hand. "My name is Sydney Carlton, You can call me Syd if you want," Sydney said, "Mack over there does." Sydney tried to be as friendly as she could. "Waiter, bring this nice lady what she wants and I'll pay for it."
Mack shook his head and laughed a little. For being a crazy woman in combat, Sydney was entirely to nice outside of combat. Mack stood up and walked over to the two kadies. He had been pointed out, he might as well introduce himself. Mack extended his hand, "Mack Jefferson."
Mack shook his head and laughed a little. For being a crazy woman in combat, Sydney was entirely to nice outside of combat. Mack stood up and walked over to the two kadies. He had been pointed out, he might as well introduce himself. Mack extended his hand, "Mack Jefferson."
Vasha saw his hand and eagerly shaked it, however her grip might have been too strong as she could hear several of his bone pop in his hand then quickly opened the menu up to glance through it, setting it down with a smile "Ill have four of everything...and a diet soda" She said with a happy smile on her face while looking at her newfound companions "Girl has to watch her figure after all..dont want to gain too much weight"
She set the menu down and curled her fingers into fists and leaned back a little into her chair "So Sydner...Mack, what do you two do for fighting? Do you guys fight or do you like peace loving hippies and less then savory things hmm?" She asked them, grabbing some crackers and began to nibble on them while waiting for the food to arrive
She set the menu down and curled her fingers into fists and leaned back a little into her chair "So Sydner...Mack, what do you two do for fighting? Do you guys fight or do you like peace loving hippies and less then savory things hmm?" She asked them, grabbing some crackers and began to nibble on them while waiting for the food to arrive
Sydney appreciated an appetite and she was more than happy to buy food for a new friend. She and Mack got free food at this cafe anyway because they saved the owner. "For fighting," Sydney began, "I'll let Mack explain that."
Mack cleared his throat, "See that over there?" He pointed to the Falcon Unending as it was being loaded onto the ship. "That is a Jaeger," Mack explained, "We pilot that thing to fight giant monsters called Kaiju. It's quite the adrenaline rush. Especially when we crush the damn things' skulls."
Mack cleared his throat, "See that over there?" He pointed to the Falcon Unending as it was being loaded onto the ship. "That is a Jaeger," Mack explained, "We pilot that thing to fight giant monsters called Kaiju. It's quite the adrenaline rush. Especially when we crush the damn things' skulls."
"Kaiju? Please tell me what is a Kaiju" She asked, now very keen on what the man had to say while looking towards the kitchen waiting for the food to arrive. She could smell the massive order being cooked as her stomach growled even louder with hunger. She growled and pounded the table loudly
"Hurry up you primitive earth apes!! I am hungry!!" She yelled and then smiled back at her group "If they dont bring me food, Im gonna go a little insane...I havent eaten as much as I should" She said with a charming giggle "But please...Kaiju, are they a challenge?"
"Hurry up you primitive earth apes!! I am hungry!!" She yelled and then smiled back at her group "If they dont bring me food, Im gonna go a little insane...I havent eaten as much as I should" She said with a charming giggle "But please...Kaiju, are they a challenge?"
"Well Kaiju are huge monsters, some being 300 ft tall," explained Mack, "As for the challenge... It depends entirely upon the Kaiju. Some of them have EMP's and an older Jaeger has to be sent in. Some are big and slow, some can fly, some are smaller and quick. They vary so much it's ridiculous. They are emerging all over the galaxy now. Once Falcon is loaded we are out of her to fight these creatures on a distant world."
"I hope you don't plan on fighting one Vasha," said Sydney, "No matter how powerful you are, one of these things would smash you without even noticing you're there." Sydney had concern in her voice, "Not unless you managed to find a partner and a Jaeger."
"I hope you don't plan on fighting one Vasha," said Sydney, "No matter how powerful you are, one of these things would smash you without even noticing you're there." Sydney had concern in her voice, "Not unless you managed to find a partner and a Jaeger."
"I could handle one...there isnt anything a Saiyan cant do" She said with a confident nod while looking at the machine with a snort "I dont need a machine to do my fighting for me..." She said while pounding her chest one with pride as the first course arrived. She hungrily licked her lips and quickly began to tear through the food, scarely chewing before swallowing...and sometimes just swallowed everything whole
"So where can I find one of these Kaiju things?" She asked them while holding up a large ham which she shoved all of it into her mouth and swallowed after chewing three times. However..she did wipe her mouth after each bite. Turns out she had SOME manners
"So where can I find one of these Kaiju things?" She asked them while holding up a large ham which she shoved all of it into her mouth and swallowed after chewing three times. However..she did wipe her mouth after each bite. Turns out she had SOME manners
Sydney began, "I'm not sure th--"
"You have to wait for one to emerge from a dimensional rift," said Mack, "There's one at the bottom of the Sollinus Sea here on Terra. You'd have to wait for the Kaiju to surface, and there's no guarantee that it will. A Jaeger might be deployed first and kill it as soon as it emerges." Sydney shot Mack a dirty look. Suddenly a beep was heard and Mack and Sydney exchanged looks.
"We have to go Vasha," said Sydney, "If you have a ship, you could probably follow us to see a Kaiju after your meal." "So long," said Mack. Sydney and Mack walked to their ship.
"You have to wait for one to emerge from a dimensional rift," said Mack, "There's one at the bottom of the Sollinus Sea here on Terra. You'd have to wait for the Kaiju to surface, and there's no guarantee that it will. A Jaeger might be deployed first and kill it as soon as it emerges." Sydney shot Mack a dirty look. Suddenly a beep was heard and Mack and Sydney exchanged looks.
"We have to go Vasha," said Sydney, "If you have a ship, you could probably follow us to see a Kaiju after your meal." "So long," said Mack. Sydney and Mack walked to their ship.
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when will a ship get here
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Darth Xalgan waited in the spaceport. He paced across the hangar like a prowling tiger, steel boots clanging menacingly on the metal grates. A dark cape flowed behind him and flourished as he turned directions.
“Incompetent Terrans…” the Sith hissed through his respirator.
“Cheer up, my lord.” Xalgan’s twi’lek companion replied. “I’m sure the ship will be all fixed up before too long.”
Vette watched Xalgan stew in his irritation. She placed her hands on her hips, fingers drumming on the hilts of her blasters, and kept an eye on the hangar door. Though she trusted his instincts, it wouldn’t do for a threat to sneak up on them while he was distracted.
“We can hardly spare more time here than we already have, Vette.” Xalgan growled, dark side energy churning around him. “We must return to Imperial space with all speed. I have been gone from my station for far too long.”
“Incompetent Terrans…” the Sith hissed through his respirator.
“Cheer up, my lord.” Xalgan’s twi’lek companion replied. “I’m sure the ship will be all fixed up before too long.”
Vette watched Xalgan stew in his irritation. She placed her hands on her hips, fingers drumming on the hilts of her blasters, and kept an eye on the hangar door. Though she trusted his instincts, it wouldn’t do for a threat to sneak up on them while he was distracted.
“We can hardly spare more time here than we already have, Vette.” Xalgan growled, dark side energy churning around him. “We must return to Imperial space with all speed. I have been gone from my station for far too long.”
Admiral Steele was making his way through the spaceport, a very stern look about on his face, as he was flanked on either side by Aschen marines, each wearing their signature black BDU uniforms, with armored gear worn over them.
"Sir, your Condor will be arriving, shortly to take you back to your ship." The Marine sergeant reported. "Command has stared that it is of utmost importance that you return to Imperial space with all due haste." The Sergeant added, as the group rounded a corner.
Rythmic footfalls filled the hangar that Darth Xalgan was pacing about in. The doors opened up in the opposite side of the large bay, and a formation of six soldiers, in clearly identifiable Aschen uniforms could be seen. They clasped their disruptor rifles tightly, as they maintained their formation around a stern looking man, in a dark grey, and blue uniform.
They stopped about a hundred feet away, near an empty landing pad. Each Marine took in the sights all around them, and they fanned out around various crates, and equipment to take defensible positions in the event of a fight. Each soldier moved with the discipline that betrayed years of training, while the older man stared out the hangar into the skyline before him, then he checked his watch.
"Sir, your Condor will be arriving, shortly to take you back to your ship." The Marine sergeant reported. "Command has stared that it is of utmost importance that you return to Imperial space with all due haste." The Sergeant added, as the group rounded a corner.
Rythmic footfalls filled the hangar that Darth Xalgan was pacing about in. The doors opened up in the opposite side of the large bay, and a formation of six soldiers, in clearly identifiable Aschen uniforms could be seen. They clasped their disruptor rifles tightly, as they maintained their formation around a stern looking man, in a dark grey, and blue uniform.
They stopped about a hundred feet away, near an empty landing pad. Each Marine took in the sights all around them, and they fanned out around various crates, and equipment to take defensible positions in the event of a fight. Each soldier moved with the discipline that betrayed years of training, while the older man stared out the hangar into the skyline before him, then he checked his watch.
Shrknar glanced over his shoulder at the self-important Admiral Steele, who was just across the promenade. His nostril slits flared open, accompanied by a hissing exhalation of machine-assisted breath. The denizens of this world were... strange.
He had other things to attend to, however. Not to be dissuaded from his mission, he set out for Gambit's Bar to meet with his Terran contact.
He had other things to attend to, however. Not to be dissuaded from his mission, he set out for Gambit's Bar to meet with his Terran contact.
"We've got company, my lord." Vette said, hand resting on her blaster and eyes trained on the soldiers.
"Calm yourself, Vette." Xalgan hissed, respirator sighing. "They're only Aschen, and if they were looking for a fight... they would have brought more men."
The twi'lek nodded, but she remained vigilant. Xalgan likewise ceased his mad pacing, straightened his back, and calmed his breath. Control. He thought. I am a Sith, not a wild animal. Strength, yet peace. Power, yet wisdom.
Xalgan watched the aschen soldiers through the dark lenses of his helmet. Though he doubted any malice on their part, he had heard the rumors, and so he opened himself to the ebb and flow in the Force to read their intentions. He was confident he could wipe out the entire unit in the space of six seconds if he needed to, but he would not be caught unawares.
Senseless violence was also unbecoming of a Darth.
"Calm yourself, Vette." Xalgan hissed, respirator sighing. "They're only Aschen, and if they were looking for a fight... they would have brought more men."
The twi'lek nodded, but she remained vigilant. Xalgan likewise ceased his mad pacing, straightened his back, and calmed his breath. Control. He thought. I am a Sith, not a wild animal. Strength, yet peace. Power, yet wisdom.
Xalgan watched the aschen soldiers through the dark lenses of his helmet. Though he doubted any malice on their part, he had heard the rumors, and so he opened himself to the ebb and flow in the Force to read their intentions. He was confident he could wipe out the entire unit in the space of six seconds if he needed to, but he would not be caught unawares.
Senseless violence was also unbecoming of a Darth.
The Admiral kept his eyes on his surroundings, and his Marines followed suit. Several eyes were on the Twi’ilek, and several shrill whines emanated from the Aschen group, as thumbs flicked across power switches, and several holographic sights, that weren’t there previously had flickered to life. Several Aschen soldiers powered their disruptor rifles, and Admiral Steele quickly took notice.
“Sergeant.” Steele said calmly. “We’re not here for a firefight.”
The Marine sergeant nodded, but cast his second nod in the direction of the Darth and his accomplice.
“They’re watching us, the Xeno has her hand on her weapon.” The Marine whispered.
Their intent was clouded by their hatred of this place, their Xenophobia, but nothing malevolent surfaced, the Admiral kept his own thoughts closely guarded, but he seemed to be waiting for something.
“Sergeant.” Steele said calmly. “We’re not here for a firefight.”
The Marine sergeant nodded, but cast his second nod in the direction of the Darth and his accomplice.
“They’re watching us, the Xeno has her hand on her weapon.” The Marine whispered.
Their intent was clouded by their hatred of this place, their Xenophobia, but nothing malevolent surfaced, the Admiral kept his own thoughts closely guarded, but he seemed to be waiting for something.
Darth Xalgan sneered beneath his helmet.
"Vette..." He said, loud enough for the marines to hear him. "I do believe that these aschen are afraid of you. How quaint. I can feel their hate... their disdain. They would be wise to keep their guards up. Few have seen a Darth firsthand and lived to tell the tale. I am not without mercy, however, and I find the wasted lives of perfectly good soldiers to be distasteful."
"Gee..." Vette rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "How kind of you. You are, by far, the nicest evil guy I know."
"Vette..." He said, loud enough for the marines to hear him. "I do believe that these aschen are afraid of you. How quaint. I can feel their hate... their disdain. They would be wise to keep their guards up. Few have seen a Darth firsthand and lived to tell the tale. I am not without mercy, however, and I find the wasted lives of perfectly good soldiers to be distasteful."
"Gee..." Vette rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "How kind of you. You are, by far, the nicest evil guy I know."
The gathered Aschen soldiers watched Darth Xalgan closely, his words did not fall on deaf ears, though, and more than one Marine had their eyes affixed to him.
The Marine sergeant closest to Steele slowly leaned over, and began to whisper.
"Et Xeno contumeliam nobis."
"Ego animadvertit" Steele replied.
He looked back out to the landing pad, as the shrill whine of an Aschen Empire Condor VTOL troop transport began to fill the inside, a moment later, the angular, imposing form of the Aschen transport craft could be seen as it carefully maneuvered into the hangar bay, touching down delicately on the landing pad.
Steam hissed from release vents near the landing gear, and the rear deployment ramp opened as the engines began to die down.
Two Adepts of war emerged, clad in a deep black armor, towering at nearly ten feet in height. Their boots made a dull thuink against the metal plates of the landing pad, and they cradled their weapons, twenty-two millimeter heavy magnetron rifles, an Aschen designed coilgun designed to accelerate a hyper-dense projectile at high velocities.
Steele simply cast a sidelong glance at Xalgan, and spoke to his sergeant loud enough to hear.
"We have nothing to fear, Sergeant, these... Sith would be foolish to challenge us." Steele said, huffing. "Afterall, the last Sith lord to challenge the might of the Aschen Empire paid for it dearly, as we massacred her armies, and set fire to her planets."
"Ad Victoriam." The Adept of war called out, saluting Steele briskly.
"Afterall, our military might is without equal. Have you seen a Star Destroyer go up against a Reverence, Sergeant? It was a... short battle." Steele added, starting towards the ramp.
The Marine sergeant closest to Steele slowly leaned over, and began to whisper.
"Et Xeno contumeliam nobis."
"Ego animadvertit" Steele replied.
He looked back out to the landing pad, as the shrill whine of an Aschen Empire Condor VTOL troop transport began to fill the inside, a moment later, the angular, imposing form of the Aschen transport craft could be seen as it carefully maneuvered into the hangar bay, touching down delicately on the landing pad.
Steam hissed from release vents near the landing gear, and the rear deployment ramp opened as the engines began to die down.
Two Adepts of war emerged, clad in a deep black armor, towering at nearly ten feet in height. Their boots made a dull thuink against the metal plates of the landing pad, and they cradled their weapons, twenty-two millimeter heavy magnetron rifles, an Aschen designed coilgun designed to accelerate a hyper-dense projectile at high velocities.
Steele simply cast a sidelong glance at Xalgan, and spoke to his sergeant loud enough to hear.
"We have nothing to fear, Sergeant, these... Sith would be foolish to challenge us." Steele said, huffing. "Afterall, the last Sith lord to challenge the might of the Aschen Empire paid for it dearly, as we massacred her armies, and set fire to her planets."
"Ad Victoriam." The Adept of war called out, saluting Steele briskly.
"Afterall, our military might is without equal. Have you seen a Star Destroyer go up against a Reverence, Sergeant? It was a... short battle." Steele added, starting towards the ramp.
In a fitting moment of dramatic irony, another ship pulled into the hangar and touched down several meters from Darth Xalgan. A Fury-class Interceptor lowered its ramp, and a dark-clad robed figure stepped out onto the hangar. A fully enclosed helmet, much like a fencing mask, and a crimson hood shrouded their face.
"It is natural for the predator to quell the weakest of the flock." Xalgan replied as the figure approached him. "And so the herd is made stronger for it. The wolves should be wary, however, of challenging the alpha. They have ascended to their station for a reason, whether through guile or strength, and so would be a more... fitting adversary."
"Master," the figure knelt - a woman by her voice. "Your ship has been repaired and refueled. Are these people troubling you? Do you require me to dispose of them?"
"No, Lady Wilsaam." Xalgan placed a hand on her shoulder. "That will not be necessary. Come, let us return to the Gravestone. I am sure the rest of the Alliance must be fraught with worry over my absence."
"It is natural for the predator to quell the weakest of the flock." Xalgan replied as the figure approached him. "And so the herd is made stronger for it. The wolves should be wary, however, of challenging the alpha. They have ascended to their station for a reason, whether through guile or strength, and so would be a more... fitting adversary."
"Master," the figure knelt - a woman by her voice. "Your ship has been repaired and refueled. Are these people troubling you? Do you require me to dispose of them?"
"No, Lady Wilsaam." Xalgan placed a hand on her shoulder. "That will not be necessary. Come, let us return to the Gravestone. I am sure the rest of the Alliance must be fraught with worry over my absence."
Chondra Balencio had enough of this planet, and longed for the quiet solace of home. Now to begin the journey back. The hem of her white robes brushed the ground as she maneuvered through security and towards the terminal where the shuttle waited. Anyone short enough would notice her feet didn't touch the ground, but it wasn't enough to draw an unusual amount of attention to her. If there was one thing she learned here, it was to expect the unexpected. Always.
The wasn't going far, but it was the fastest and safest way to start going home. What was it called again? She stopped in front of a display and read down the lines. Ah, yes, there it is:
The Pharos - 30 MINUTES TO DEPARTURE
The wasn't going far, but it was the fastest and safest way to start going home. What was it called again? She stopped in front of a display and read down the lines. Ah, yes, there it is:
The Pharos - 30 MINUTES TO DEPARTURE
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