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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a cook. What it got was a piping-voiced our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me, of settlers, and most of them had good-paying jobs. Besides, we were at war with the Outer Planets, and no man in his right senses wanted to sign for a single-trip jump on a rickety old patrolship bound for The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, "But we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!" scramble us a steak or something, Skipper." after leaving Sand City. I read them a few minutes ago. "We are to attempt to run the Outer Planets Alliance blockade at any Department has learned of a loyalist uprising on that moon. It is reported that Callisto is weary of the war, with a little prompting will secede from the Alliance and return to the Federation. "If this is true, it means we have at last found the foothold we have been seeking this terrible war ... form a permanent union of the entire Solar family ... bring about a new age of prosperity and happiness." "If," Cap O'Hara reminded me, "we succeed. But it's a tough job. We can't expect to win through the enemy cordon unless our men are in top physical condition. And that means a sound, regular diet. So we must voice, "is over. Where's the galley?" the skipper was still struggling for words: "You," I said to the little of a skipper, eh? Well, my fine young rooster—" cook—" The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. "Well, perhaps skipper's roar he glanced up at us eagerly. "Vesta!" he piped in that curiously high-pitched and mellow voice. "Loft trajectory for Vesta! Then we're trying to run the Alliance blockade, Captain?" "None of your business!" bellowed O'Hara in tones of thunderous outrage. "Get below instantly, or by the lavendar lakes of Luna I'll—" trying to help." "You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster," I told him sternly. "The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever lifted gravs. He doesn't need the advice or suggestions of a cook." ship—Captain Slops!" John Wainwright, our First Officer, licked his chops like a fox in a hen-house and said, "The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with one of the Alliance ships, hey?" Blinky Todd, an ordinary with highest rating, said with a sort of macabre satisfaction, "I hopes we had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful call rose from the galley: He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little "Not only all right, Slops," wheezed Captain O'Hara, "but perfect! "Captain Slops" blushed like a stereo-struck school-gal, and fidgeted The skipper's brow creased. Our little chef's face fell. "Now, that's too bad," he said The skipper's eyes bulged, and he drooled like a pup at a barbeque. "Well, don't dump your cans when there are any ships within range," I warned him glumly, "or there'll be a mess of human scraps littering up Captain Slops said, "Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this old maid got flustered and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I must be in the wrong "If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan," interrupted the cook loudly, "I'm something I've got to get from stores." And without even waiting to hear the wallop at the end of my tale he fled from the galley, very pink and flustered. along at a mere 400,000 m.p.h. Which meant it would take us at least ten days, perhaps more, to reach that disputed region of space around Vesta, where the Federation outposts were sparse and the Alliance block began. But it was Slops' general attitude that isolated him from the command nine days he forced on the skipper the same gratuitous advice which I was willing to give him another title, too—Captain Chaos. God knows he created enough of it! "It's a mistake to broach the blockade at Vesta," he argued over and over again. "O.Q., Slops," the skipper would nod agreeably, with his mouth full of Iris. Mmmm! Good!" "Thank you, sir," said Slops mechanically. "But you realize there is extreme danger of encountering enemy ships?" "Keep your pants on, Slops!" "Eh?" The chef looked startled. "Beg pardon, sir?" "I said keep your pants on. Sure, I know. And I've took precautions. There's a double watch on duty, and men at every gun. If we do meet up with an Alliance craft, it'll be just too bad for them! "Yes, sirree!" The Old Man grinned comfortably. "I almost hope we do bump into one. After we burn it out of the void we'll have clear The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated "Why—why, because—" said Slops. "Because—" "Don't give me lady-logic, you dope!" roared the Old Man, an enraged it was unmistakeable to any spacer who has ever hopped the blue. Our ship had Leo had been assaulted, the ship bucked and slithered again, this time with the ! Calling the captain of the Leo answering. What do you want?" "Stand by to admit a boarding party, Captain. It is futile to resist. You are surrounded by six armed craft, and your vessel is locked in our tensiles. Any further effort to make combat will bring about your immediate destruction!" From the bridge, topside, snarled Johnny Wainwright, "The hell with 'em, Skipper! Let's fight it out!" And elsewhere on the Leo It was then that Andy Laney, who had lingered in the galley doorway impetuous. I turned on the little idiot vituperatively. "Shut up, you fool! Don't you realize there's not a thing we can do but surrender? Dead, we're of no earthly use to anyone. Alive, there is always a chance one of us may get away, bring help. We have a mission "But—but if they take us prisoners," he questioned fearfully, "what will they do with us?" "Who knows? Maybe they'll send it to Jupiter with a prize crew in command." "That's what I thought. But they mustn't be allowed to do that. We're marked with the Federation tricolor!" A sharp retort trembled on the tip of my tongue, but I never uttered it. Indeed, I swallowed it as comprehension dawned. There came to me The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, "Heaven help us, it's the truth! To reach Jupiter you've got to pass Callisto. If the Callistans saw a Federation vessel, they'd send out an emissary to greet it. Our secret would be discovered, Callisto occupied by the enemy...." I think he would have turned, then, and given orders to continue the fight even though it meant suicide for all of us. But it was too late. Already our lock had opened to the attackers down the metal ramp we now heard the crisp cadence of invading footsteps. The door swung open, and the Alliance commandant stood smiling triumphantly before us.

<question>:
Why was the new cook so upset that the Skipper decided to surrender?

<options>:
A He realized that if they surrendered they would be sent to concentration camps and he would no longer be able to continue cooking.
B He realized that Skipper was more devoted to his own survival than to the Federation.
C He spent his whole life in the Belt and he wanted to experience his first space fight.
D He realized by surrendering, the Alliance could use their ship to sneak into Federation territory unnoticed.

<answer>:

D