[b]Message to the Triarian Collective[/b]
Interestingly enough, such an apology was actually considered the highest of honors in Lakfakalle's society. Probably because the Ethra'Hirel exist. Hearing the conversation over the speakers, a Delphan diplomat responded.

"You honor us, while we will have to fight your people, I can promise you that one day the galaxy will fight to serve the greater good. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps a thousand years from now, but not before tomorrow or over a thousand years from now. Probability is fate and fate is God, may probability favor those willing to make sacrifices, but wise enough to know when sacrifices are called for. Those are the people who will save this universe."

Then, a psychic addition to the message was added on, carried across the thousands of light years to the Triarian.

[i]"We see the branches of probability, the target of fate, the will of God. We see the twisting paths of time. We can predict the outcome of molecular chances, we calculate chaos. The multiverse wails with pain as the crusade advances. Wills are broken, our power diminishes, the collectors fall. Someday we will fight against that crusade side by side, it is imperative that the galaxy be capable of uniting when the time comes. I am trusting your people to be ready."[/i]