Xinchub: Admiral, I just learned that your brother transmitted secure data to your ship.
Breya: To my ship? This is the first i've heard of this.
Xinchub: Indeed. Admiral, it seems your grasp of operational security is not what it should be. I'm going to instruct captain megiddo to clamp down a bit out there at target echo.
Xinchub: I trust you understand?
Breya: Loud and clear, General Xinchub.
Breya: ...you fat sack of backstabbing crap.
Athens: I've taken the liberty of editing that last bit from your transmission, Admiral.
Narrator: First, Artificial intelligence, then artificial courtesy.