"And I am Valeros vas Eranikus, captain of this repurposed ship you're standing in, and I will<em>not</em>surrender my mission!" he roars, as the magic begins to take hold of him; he struggles against it, for a minute, before finally sagging, and appearing calmer. "Years? Oh, terrestrial years, right. I don't have the calculations for it here, but it has been more than seven full cycles, since we landed, and a cycle is... about a hundred thousand years on this rock. And the signal uses the ambient energy redirected from our location, because anything else simply gets lost before leaving the atmosphere," he replies, his tone somewhat sarcastic, as if that were something a child should know.