[b]Ashes to ashes[/b]
[i]Unidentified world of former seeding
Code: Inject, Inquire, Coagulate[/i]

There was a small shimmer in the atmosphere above the planet as one of the distinctive black painted Collective prowlers decloaked and slowly descended down upon the planet. Although scans would show that the world had once been warm and in some places extremely hot by human standards, it had since been knocked out of it's normal orbit and that had caused severe climate change. Now the desert of the old moors hid away under the snow as the clouds gathered round and the world was plagued by blizzards. The grand barren grounds continued for miles in any direction, rolling hills covered in a sheet of white and blue. In several places in the distance one could see grand mountains rising up into the air, and great lakes had long since frozen to ice. The winds seemed to carry whispers on them from a far past time, down from the mountains and the valleys.

The Collective prowler glided gracefully through the clouds and down to the planet, ice crystals forming on it's surface from the intense cold. Spectre Officer Postuma turned her head towards her right hand, CSF-HSA-01.01002, also known as Manfred Little. He glanced back over to her and then turned his head back to the view screen
"It's good we aren't staying out here the surface, you'd be dead within seconds. You're envirosuit would help you for a few hours but this? This is negative 50c. No one would last long out here, no matter what they're wearing."
"The Aetherii preferred warm climates, I wonder what happened..." She began but was shortly cut off by Manfred
"Until the other day there was suspicion they were mostly just rumours; If this tale is true, what others are." He said with a shrug
"What are you suggesting Manfred?" Postuma asked grimly, shifting slightly towards him. She had known Manfred for many cycles and the two were close now, close enough that she called him by his name rather than his digits, and spoke openly with him; She'd saved him several times and he'd saved her. They'd also nearly killed each other before, but that's how life worked for them.
"Winter came." He turned his head slowly towards her and she giggled to herself slowly, placing her hand on his shoulder. Winter came; Old childrens tales they used to frighten the young infants as they went to bed. Such a silly little thing to cause so much terror in the eyes of other species, but to the Triarii cold was one of the worst things imaginable. So of course, winter and it's mythical, terrifying snow was often personified in the old stories, passed down over countless years, their origins lost to history.
"What's this then Manfred? You didn't used to be a superstitious man..." Postuma said, flinching slightly as she peered at the viewscreen with him, her eyes tracking the white snow fearfully. She'd almost died on an ice world once, she had barely been saved when she managed to transmit a signal to the ship just before it left. They'd thought her dead
"No, you're right; I used to be a man." Both of them smirked as he tapped several commands into the screen and the ship began to lower towards the planet, opening a communications channel

"We need coordinates for landing, transmit them immediately" The communication said as the ship glided over the white moors of the world...

[b]Heiwa no tochi [/b]
[i]Space Above Heiwa no tichi 
Situation: Coagulate, Diagnose, Plan[/i]

Corvus nodded to his bridge officer who quickly danced her fingers over her terminal. Her eyes gave off a dull glow for a moment and she transmitted information around the bridge crew and the flagship began to turn. It was a Praetorian Class ship and the Roman Scans would show it to be composed out of some unknown alien alloy, thick and with a surface that shimmered gently as a few stray, small asteroids bumped off it's surface, splitting into pieces and scattering, signalling that it had it's own shields. It approached the dreadnought and became apparent that it would be very hard for the large flagship to dock with the dreadnought. Instead, a few dropships exited the hangers of the 'Tyrannis' and various other ships of the fleet and flew across space towards the dreadnought, entering in through the docking bay with their distinctive humming

The three dropships set down inside the docking bay, hovering slightly above the platform as the metal containers they carried in their clutches opened up, the access hatches slamming down to the floor. Off lept several Synth Soldiers, carrying their various weapons in their grasp and scanning the room with them. They took up an arrowhead formation and pushed forwards several meters before changing back into two seperate lines on either side of the dropship. From within each of the two flanking dropships stepped a shimmering orange figure with several plates of dull coloured metal covering them. Scans would reveal that these were beings of nearly pure energy, with a glowing solid crystal like shard embedded within their chests, suspended in the air. They examined the room with their strange, alien movements, as if they weren't supposed to be performed by this form at all. They walked with an odd gait and moved their arms like robots rather than like people.

From the center dropship stepped a small, 4'4 figure in a strange alien environment suit. His face long visor was completely blacked out and nothing could be made out of his flesh. Despite being small it was quite clear from the way that the much larger ape like synth soldiers treated him that he was a very important figure. It was also quite clearly that they daren't look him in the eye. He joined the two shimmering beings and the small force of Collective soldiers continued further into the hanger bay before halting before the access door. 

The Synth Soldiers all took up positions surrounding their little master and his shimmering companions, scanning the bay attentively for even a single sign of hostile activity and quite clearly ready to leap into action at the first sign of treachery or enemy activity. The Fleet Masters eyes glew under his blacked out visor, transmitting information around his forces and back to 'Tyrannis', eager to stay in communication with his underlings back on the command bridge and ensure the fleet was properly organised in his absence.

[b]The Golden System of New Rome[/b]
[i]The Line
Situation: Assemble, Coagulate, Clamp[/i]

The Collective ships responded by silently gliding through space and assembled along the battle line, splitting themselves into small groups of around 5 and spreading themselves evenly along the battle line, waiting behind the Roman lines and with some quick thinking the Romans would realise that they were trying to mask their signatures and hide themselves from the Abh's sight, intending to try and take the Abh forces by surprise as a new foe out of no where should the battle ever begin.