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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The alien stood between us and the ship. It was a great pot-bellied his scarred arm. "I've seen blank scanning like that before and you haven't—it's your first trip. This always means transphasia—cortex dissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anything As we lumbered toward them, the aliens fell back in a solid line except it to the wrong receptive areas. Besides the human brain, it also effects electronic equipment, like radar and television." "Obviously." Quade glanced disgustedly at the screen. planetary gravitational fields. On this planet, that blank kinescope "You are plain wrong, Captain. Traditionally, alien races never interfere with our explorations. Generally, they are so alien to us "I'd like to," Nagurski admitted, "but the other beasts won't let us do, and I'm closer to retirement." "That's a shallow excuse for complacency." "Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space, caution the service likes in officers." "I resent the word 'reactionary,' Spaceman! In civilian life, I was a lapidary and I learned the value of deliberation. But I never got too cataleptic to tap a million-dollar gem, which is more than my risk losing them and getting stuck here." outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more "No. I think I had the right idea on your rescue party. You have to "Are you settling for a primary exploration?" meet and fight a planet on its own terms. Fighting confused sounds and Out there, we understood language because we were familiar with alien under close conditions, from the time of the ancient submarines and the insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the familiarity that had always existed between members of a crew working first orbital ships. than a figurehead." Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately to death—if my gauges tell me it's a lie." cover exploring with rookies. With all due respect, Captain." I examined his bandisprayed hide. "I think my way of gaining experience is less painful and more efficient." experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such "The aliens were trying to help. They knew something was wrong and they familiar conditions—right?" "I am not quite convinced that those babies just meant to help us all "But they did! First, that call of theirs—it wasn't to lead us into unimpressive. The rocky desert was made up of silicon and iron oxide, were trying to find out things about their world, so they even offered idiot. It's just as well. We aren't allowed to dissect creatures that far up the intelligence scale." "But why should they want to help us?" Quade demanded suspiciously. "I think it's like Nagurski's dog. The dog came to him when it wanted somebody to own it, protect it, feed it, love it. These aliens want Earthmen to colonize the planet. We came here, you see, same as the dog this thing is going to creep up on us." a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on some worlds, going to be that foolhardy again." "But you're losing tastes, touching odors—or any other combination. Don't let it bother you." pressure suits. It was a taut and virile bass. We scaled a staccato of rocks, our suits grinding pepper against our hides. "I'm swallowing no words until I find out precisely how they taste here." between the two of us. There was no time to judge its size, if it had size, or its decibel range, or its caloric count, before a small, sharp exploration party, you know, sir." I was hot and tired, fresh—in only the chronological sense—from a pressure suit. "What do you know all about, Nagurski? Dogs? Spacemen? Women? Transphasia?" "Yes," he answered casually. "But I had immediate reference to our current psychophysiological phenomenon." I collapsed into the swivel in front of the chart table. "First off, let's hear what you know about—never mind, make it dogs." I'm a notch nearer retirement too." "Tell me, did you always feel this way about letting the men select "No, not always. I was like you at first. Fresh from the cosmic energy to do. But I learned that they are pretty smart boys Nagurski. Your trust of these damn-fool spacemen is why you are no longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less human nature. Even I know that much!" He was pained. "If you don't trust the men, they won't trust you, Gav." "They don't have to trust me. All they have to do is obey me or, by a good man," Nagurski said. "You mustn't be jealous of his status." The dog growled. He must have sensed what I almost did to Nagurski. getting our exploration parties through this transphasia?" "You've said that the spaceship is our only protection from contemporaries can say, many of 'em." cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this, and this isn't the way." "It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men their own technological civilization can keep them sane, I say let 'em gambling so much of the ship. A captain doesn't take chances like that!" "I never said I wouldn't take chances. But I'm not going to take stupid be doing the wrong thing, but I can see you would be doing it wrong." us ." lazy, lax, complacent slobs want to do something in a particular way, I know it has to be wrong." tastes with music and wine was crude, but it was on the right track. one planet he had once found safe and wise on some other world. think . I was going after him, that was certain. Not only for humane reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around, there were only two opinions, his and mine. Without him, I'd have environment. The suit's eye looks into yours at the arteries in the you're a bottle-fed baby. If transphasia gets you seeing limburger, turn on the radar and you're air-conditioned as an igloo. Nothing short of a cosmic blast can dent that hide. You got it made." "I'm talking about something we do understand— sound . These suits perfectly soundproof?" "What do you think he's going to hear out there, Captain? We'd like to find one of those beautiful sirens on some planet, believe me, but—" sensory medium. I hope the sound doesn't blind him. His radar is his only chance." "How do you figure on getting a better edge yourself, sir?" "I have the idea, but not the word for it. Tonal compensation, I suppose. If you can't shut out the noise, we'll have to drown it out." "That would do it." "It would do something else. It would drive you nuts." I should be running short on alcohol? Where do you get off suggesting a thing like that?" "Light wine. Then ration it out to some of the men." "Ration it to the men!" "That's an accurate interpretation of my orders." the middle of a mission. It's not done. What reason can you have?" "To sharpen their taste and olfactory senses. We can turn up or block hasn't yet developed anything to make spacemen taste or smell better." the dark, rich taste of the planet. to sharpen my taste. It brought out the footsteps sharper. It also made the landscape more of a teen-ager's caloric nightmare. Circumstance . before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for the cool flesh. The poor devil's got frostbite and heat prostration."

<question>:
What are the intentions of the creatures on the planet towards explorers?

<options>:
A Helpful
B Hostile
C Afraid
D Predatory

<answer>:

A