Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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It gave a new face to the entire has no respect for a whipped enemy ... but does for a fairly beaten enemy. handle the unloading. Jeks on self-propelled cargo lifts jockeyed among us, scooping up the loads as we unhooked the slings, bringing cases of machinery from their own ship. They sat atop their vehicles, lean and aloof, dashing in, whirling, shooting across the field to their ship and back like wild horsemen on the plains of Earth, paying us no notice. him. That was twenty years ago. "Look!" The stoker was coming down on Everybody knows one arm curled up over his head and around the hoist cable. He was in his thinking, sitting on the edge of his bunk with his jaw in his palm and The Jeks stopped their lifts. They I couldn't really describe him to walked toward the nearest Jek. They him. His hands were both in plain sight, one holding his duffelbag, which was swelled out with the bulk of his airsuit. He wasn't carrying a when a Jek with insignia on his beaten. There used to be a school of thought among us that deplored our combativeness see—the stoker, and the Jek, who It was after the war, and we were The Jek was coal black, his scales the Universe, unfit to mingle with the gentler wiser races in the stars, were toughest, cruelest life-form in and a sure bet to steal their galaxy the Jeks were watching him and paying crewmen went down on the field to and corrupt it forever. Where except for those two. then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey, the Lud. We tried Terrestrial know-how, "They'll kill him. They'll kill him a Jek, I would have thought that uniform we tried Production Miracles, Jek spoke to him: we tried patriotism, we tried damning field might as well have been empty closer to your home world the year guttering fires of a dozen planets, we itself before Baker mutinied, shot Cope, and surrendered the remainder of the human race to the wiser, gentler it." He looked at the Jek. "Where to carry on our little concerns, and mind our manners. The Jeks and the Lud and the Nosurwey returned to would leave us alone so long as we didn't bother them. We liked it that way. Understand me—we didn't accept it, we didn't knuckle under with waiting murder in our hearts—we liked it. We were grateful just to be left alone again. with the Jeks." We were happy we hadn't been loudly: "What do you mean, you're going with the Jeks?" "I signed on their ship," the stoker said. "Stoking. They've got a micro-nuclear drive. It's been a while since system and carry on a trickle of trade make out all right, even with the screwball way they've got it set up." "Huh?" The stoker shrugged. "Ships are for us to have any remaining claim where you go. I'll make out." on these things in our own right. I make with them? What do you think I worked with one, but I think I'll same things I'd seen. He shook his head. "Not for you. The only thing we're short on is stokers." Serenus had what they called an be bothering me, but I think perhaps he could. and the stokers who tended the dials and set the cathode attitudes had to wear suits, smelling themselves for twelve hours at a time and standing It was strange how things became it turned out he'd trained an apprentice put your finger on, but the Jeks began taking more goods, and giving us things we needed when we told them we wanted them. After a while, boy to take his place. Jek territory, and when she wore out, the Lud, too. Then it was the Nosurwey, But—" "I'll stoke." helplessly. I was a little afraid of the stranger, too. and the Nosurwey, and some people It was the look you saw in the bars back on Earth, where the veterans of The trouble was the look of him. their glasses, waiting for night to fall so they could go out into the alleys and have drunken fights among themselves. But he had brought that He shipped with the Lud, nobody knows exactly the war sat and stared down into One and two and three heads, tails, freighted supplies, and we had seen ships dying on the runs—we'd had our own brushes with commerce raiders, to get used to it. And any nontoxic were about. All I know is, for some toward. I wonder if it mightn't have kept my old captain out of that place he died in, finally, if he'd tried it. So, I don't know. The older I get, the less I know. The thing people remember the stoker for—the thing that makes him famous, and, I think, annoys him—I'm fairly sure is only incidental to what he really did. If he did anything. If he meant to. I wish went back to supervising his end of a bunch on the Serenus Serenus , and began it all. shifts, with the ship's designers giving —officers and and control. That left very little for the people, who were crammed in any way they could be. I said empty bunk. What I meant was, empty during my sleep shift. That meant he and I'd be sharing work shifts—me ninety per cent of her space to cargo, and eight per cent to power a soft chair, and him down in the with him you can call that rubbing elbows with greatness, if you want to. night. I often wondered what kind different. In an odd way, I like to loose and floated into the middle of the bunkroom during acceleration. When he found out, he closed it up and strapped it back in its place at and proceed cautiously." "Yeah?" "I knew there was something wrong with him. He's got an old deepest when the other side hit us. They were the ones who sallied out into the doomed spaces between the side as well as any human force could ever hope to. They were always the last to leave an abandoned position. these people got their information, I don't know. there. In his duffel. Damn it, we're going out to trade with his sworn enemies! Why do you suppose he wanted to sign on? Why do you suppose he's so eager to go!" beyond Centaurus, and Sirius, and no attention to anything else. The One last brawl. When they cut him down—do you suppose they'll stop with him? They'll kill us, and then they'll go in and stamp Earth flat! You know it as well as I do." going for. One last big alley fight. rid of it, if you follow what I mean about his kind of man. back, back and forth, in an old rust tub that's going to blow herself up one of these—" and this is what I got: " to make things risky, the jets were ... " The crew were chuckling into their open and badly patched because the shift found him toying with the to "Starways, Farways, and Barways," and that got us off into sentimental things, the way these sessions would were far from home. But not since may explain something. He and I Slowly The gas clouds softly plaiting Are equal and much the same. rode into the hold on top of some freight. Mac spat on the ground and I think what kept anything from happening between MacReidie and the stoker, or anyone else and the stoker, was that it would have meant trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined to our little percentage of the ship's volume, could seem like something of the Universe thought us to be. of the human race. It may not seem wiped out like the upstarts the rest worried, sometimes. But nothing happened. as the other trips we'd made, and the same kind of landfall. The Lud factor with the outside, we accepted it for loaded with the cargo we would get in exchange for our holdful of goods. We had the usual things wine, music tapes, furs, and the like. The Jeks had been giving us light

<question>:
Which of the following best describes the Jeks, Nosurwey, and Lud?

<options>:
A Gentle
B Powerful
C Wise
D Grudge-holding

<answer>:

B