"Two hundred and eighty five years, one hundred and forty six days, since the Fall of Verdelet," the leader explains. "By standard reckoning, of course; time varies minutely across the worlds. We are all well-trained in the history of the Empire, when we become his Blades."<br/><br/>The trip doesn't take long; the soldiers move at a steady, ground-eating pace, that Reaper can easily keep up with. Either they're not human, or they're augmented, somehow; noone could keep up a pace like that, at an easy jog. They pile into the transport, a simple, utilitarian vehicle, that hovers a couple feet off the ground, even at rest, and bring Reaper into the main compartment with them. As soon as they're all inside, it takes off, with minimal sense of movement, though Reaper will note they're traveling as fast, or faster, than a speeding dragon.