Blakes 71978

Sinofar:
Our powers grew out of a thousand years of war, out of hate, and fear, and the will to survive.

Giroc:
[on Liberator's screen] We built destruction, weapons that your peoples have not yet dreamed of. Every passing year brought new ways to kill, and throughout the centuries the war raged across our planet.

Sinofar:
[on planet] With each generation there were fewer of us. The dead vastly outnumbered the living. There was not victory for either side.

Roj Blake:
How did it end?

Giroc:
How? Another development of another weapon. We demanded their surrender, they refused. The weapon was used. Those that we call our enemy were annihilated.

Space Commander Travis:
You won. That's all that matters.

Sinofar:
It wasn't a victory, only the end of the war! We were left with a planet made barren by radiation. Our children were monsters, or died, or were never born. This, we won.

Roj Blake:
How many of you are there now?

Giroc:
None. We are a dead race.

[thunderclap]

Sinofar:
We tell you this so that you will understand our reasons for intervening in your dispute.