Oh man--that was a horrible oversight. I am so ashamed. I have now ammended my tale to include these venerable beings...
It was a dark and stormy night...
And it was the advent of a new age. The techs struggled to quantify the new philosophies while the old alien leader, Va, sat upon his space pony and looked on the humans with pity and regret---only able to mutter, sari in his broken English. In the end, all of them were killed or taken captive by pirates and then sold to the independent planets as forced-conscript militia...or kept in the dark reaver slave pens for use as breeding stock and for eye patch production.
Thus ended the new age and ushered in the time of the the ancient destroyers of the once entrenched and now fleeing alien empire...the dreaded blue smurfs--with whom there could be no diplomacy and who delighted only in pure sins.
This is my story and I am sticking to it. The End.