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

<passage>:
Firebrand Dennis Brooke had one final chance to redeem himself by capturing Koerber whose ships were the scourge of the Void. But his luck had run its course, and now he was marooned on a rogue planet—fighting to save ," Dennis detected a faint irony in the phrase, " in Dennis' mind True, Koerber's escape from the I.S.P. net had not quite been his fault fortune was a bagatelle. Only it had cost Dennis Brooke far more than a sheaf of credits—it had cost him the severe rebuff of the I.S.P., and Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was not there. Leaping to one side, impervious to the fall of the dancer, he avoided Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international Brooke!" The Police Lieutenant favored Dennis with a wry smile. "If Who else could afford to risk his neck at the International, and have Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to "Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for that smouldered. He stood silent, his hands clenched at his sides, while something cold and sharp seemed to dig at his heart with cruel precision. emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and that grizzled veteran of the I.S.P., had at one time or another known begetting! Let me try, and I promise you ..." in his torture, Dennis Commander Bertram nodded his head. "I brought you here for that purpose, son. We have reached a point in our war with Koerber, where the last stakes must be played ... and the last stake is death!" "Prepare to board!" Every member of the crew wanted to be among the boarding party, for all but George Randall, the junior member of the crew had served his apprenticeship among the inner planets, Mars, Venus and Terra. He felt nauseated at the very thought of going out there in that vast abyss of were to go beside himself: "You, Tom and Scotty, take one emergency plane, and Dallas!" he seethed in a cold fury more deadly than any he had ever experienced. Somehow he had expected to find at least one compartment unharmed, where life might have endured, but now, all hope was gone. Only a great resolve to deal with Koerber once and for all remained to him. Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice was harsh, laconic: "Prepare to return!" in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe. Tom Jeffery, the tall, angular and red-faced Navigator, whose slow, easygoing movements belied the feral persistence of a tiger, and the swiftness of a striking cobra in a fight, led the small procession of men toward the emergency planes. Behind him came Dallas Bernan, third Randall, whose excited face met them as soon as they had entered the airlocks and removed the space suits. Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room, "Crew, battle stations! Engine room, full speed!" Scotty Byrnes was already dashing to the engine room, where his beloved relief. Smiles appeared on haggard faces, and the banter of men suddenly galvanized by a powerful incentive was bandied back and forth. All but George Randall. Now that action was imminent. Something gripped his throat until he could hardly stand the tight collar of his I.S.P. uniform. A growing nausea gripped his bowels, and although he strove to keep calm, his hands trembled beyond control. a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he could take Koerber with him. Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power With a wrenching turn that almost threw them out of control, Dennis sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the maneuver avoided it. "George Randall!" He shouted desperately into the speaker. "Cut all jets in the rocket room! Hurry, man!" He banked again and then zoomed out of the increasing gravity trap. "Randall! I've got to use the magnetic repulsion plates.... Cut all the jets!" But there was no response. Randall's screen remained blank. Then Koerber's lashing magnetic beam touched and the I.S.P. ship was caught, "Well, there's a few beryloid plates in the storage locker, Captain, but," he scratched his head ruminatively and shifted his precious cud. "But what? Speak up man!" It was Tom Jeffery, his nerves on edge, his ordinarily gentle voice like a lash. "But, you may as well know it," Scotty replied quietly. "That parting For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis tugged at the torn sleeve of his I.S.P. uniform, while Scotty gazed mournfully at the damaged ship. Dallas Bernan looked at the long, ragged line of cliffs. "I think we got Koerber, though," he said at last. "While Tom was doing this hellish rock-pile?" "Easy, Tom!" Captain Brooke's tones were like ice. On his pale, impassive face, his eyes were like flaming topaz. "Where's Randall?" "Probably hiding his head under a bunk!" Dallas laughed with scorn. His contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who failed to be at his battle-station in time of emergency, had no place "Better break out those repair plates," Dennis said to Scotty. "Tom, to find out what happened to Koerber's ship. I must know," he said in a low voice, but with such passion that the others were startled. A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead bumped during the crash landing. job...." That wasn't at all what he'd intended to say. But somehow the words had stuck in his throat and his face flushed deep scarlet. His the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better men than he had cracked in those vast reaches of space. But there had been an instant when he'd found Randall cowering in the rocket-room, in the grip of paralyzing hysteria, when he could cheerfully have wrung his neck! "Certainly, Randall," he replied in a much more kindly tone. "We'll need all hands now." "Thank you, sir!" Randall seemed to hesitate for a moment, opened his mouth to speak further, but feeling the other's calculating gaze upon him, he whirled and re-entered the ship. "But for him we wouldn't be here!" Dallas exclaimed. "Aagh!" He shook his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin shook like gelatin. "Cowards are hell!" He spat. "Easy, Dallas, Randall's a kid, give 'im a chance." Dennis observed. "You Captain ... you're defending 'im? Why you had a greater stake in this than we, and he's spoiled it for you!"

<question>:
What is the most likely reason Dennis was sympathetic toward Randall even though his failure caused a catastrophe?

<options>:
A He was angry at Dallas for criticizing Randall
B He thought Randall had no place in the I S P
C He could relate Randall's behavior to his experience with Koerber
D He knew Randall was a coward

<answer>:

C