I've got bad news, General. Your intelligence efforts did not pay off. The sources you seem to be protecting seem to want us dead.
We reprogrammed three terapedoes with these 'safe passage' codes of yours. All three units were completely obliterated mid-'port.
Had we attempted to escape using these codes, you and I would both be smears of monatomic dust right now.
. . . And with all due respect, I think your smear would be slimier than mine would.
Somehow, Captain, when you say 'with all due respect,' I don't think you intend any respect at all.
Au contraire, General. . . I intend every whit of the respect that you are actually due.