To Chaos

"Who are you searching for?"

Dropship interior

As the drop ship landed in the carrier, which proceeded to jump with the small force back to Collective space, Spectrre decided to probe her further
The first officer gave a grin, and his opaque visor changed to be transparent
" Is that a hint of psychic ability this one detects?" he commented "Interesting... A vivisection is likely in order... Unless you wish go explain that for us?" The second officer piqued up
"Don't worry, I shall not allow him to cause excessive damage to your physical form if you cooperate. About the Sol landing zone, is the gate two way..." He asked... It might be time to send the Imperials a little present... "Oh, and as for the universe damage... We did that" There was a chuckle from the Saeva Simius holding her. "This unit is designated CEC-SPECTRE-OfC.00281, subject state designation for intelligence records."
"State point of origin"
"State estimated size of Imperial forces"
"State estimated population of Imperial territory"
"State estimated industrial output"
"State estimated technological tier level"
"State estimated number of dominated Collective races, with estimates for each race."
"Do not force us to tear information from your brainwaves"
"Such a brutal mental attack is usually traumatising for the recipient"
"We prefer the subjects mental state intact"

Embassy

The Collective has dispatched a transport to the appropriate Equestrian world.
The collective World has offered them a small location on the outskirts of the city for construction... And has noted that the occasional loud crashing noise is nothing to be concerned with and is in fact important to the city