Dead world 

The landing team looked around the vast expanse of nothingness they had been told to seek out, but there was indeed, nothing. Yet they felt something, drawing them in. And then there was a voice
"You have come." The voice came, and the lead scientist stepped forwards
"We were directed here... Apply"
"You know me." It said, and then the direction of the source of the voice changed, and they spun round and saw the speaker "You killed me."

Sanctum Fleet
It had been some time before they had set off, and the fleet AI had counted every second meticulously, waiting for their arrival. And they did arrive, to the devastated ruins of the Sanctum, their eyes running over it. The new drive had done good indeed. Whoever knew that it would be a good idea to catapult yourself through a void at some billion times the speed of light, your hull barely holding at the force the 'innovative' method had subjected it to
That's because it wasn't. If they had been in this universe, the ships would have been completely obliterated, anything would have, even the precious Draconian and Aetherii vessels. It was a bold stroke of luck the laws of physics in 'slipspace' had been bent this way, or half of the ventures through it would have messed with their ships.
"Scavenge tech deemed relevant. Leave or burn the rest, depending on time constrains. Non-hostile contacts not to be engaged. Code: Inject. Mitosis. Diagnose" The Overlord ordered, and the fleet acknowledged, the vessels launching through the black of space, amongst the ruins of the once great civilisation. The overlord sighed weakly, muttering to himself "This voyage is likely for nothing, this place looks ruined." He glanced to the ships time keeping systems and frowned... That was odd...

Escourting Luna

The Dropship took them to an Indespectus class, which proceeded to take Luna back to Equiis... At a somewhat alarming rate after engaging its dimensional drive and launching them through space. Despite this, its speed was kept relatively low to prevent any accidents from occurring. Talking with the Majority of Triarii was difficult, to say the least. Being Spectre, they mostly scuttled around ensuring the ship was running to the best standard it possibly could, and only a few actually held a conversation... Though the conversations were very telling of Collective Culture, and it was apparent verbal communication was not a Spectre strongpoint. They almost relentlessly used terminology, especially when referring to anything about the Collective, and spoke in a strict and rigid order, with a form of address used at either the beginning or end. Only two of them deviated from this structure, both of whom dropped the strict structure and adopted a more social tone, but even it was laced with terminology and it appeared that they were either overly exact or overly poetic