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

<passage>:
Then Wes Kirk revealed the secret to his wind threading in across his splayed and naked feet. The hackles rose golden and stiff across Kirk's back. He said carefully, "I would like to kill the Captain and the First Officer and the Second Officer and all the little Officers, and the Engineers, and all their families." His voice carried inside on the wind eddies. Ma Kirk yelled, talk, and only gets the sucking-plant." the dim grey light into themselves, forcing line and shape out of into the earth and sodded tight. A lot of huts, but not as many as there had been, the old ones said. The Hans died, and the huts were Kirk raised his shaggy head. The light of the yellow star they called Sun caught in the huge luminous blackness of his eyes. Beyond the Hansquarter, just where the flat plain began to rise, were the Engineers. Not many of them any more. You could see the dusty lumps where the huts had been, the tumbled heaps of metal that might have a thumb of them, full of Engineers who said how the furrows should be laid for the planting but did nothing about the tilling of them. And beyond the Engineers—the Officers. The baby cried. Ma Kirk shrilled at her son, and two of the younger ones fought over a bone with no meat on it, rolling and snapping on the and followed the line of the plain upward with sullen, glowing eyes. The huts of the Engineers were larger than those in the Hansquarter. The huts of the Officers were not much larger than the Engineers', but there were more of them and they climbed higher up the grey slope. Five, nearly six hands of them, with the Captain's metal-roofed place Highest and nearest, right under the titanic shape lifting jagged he said. "I would like to kill them all." "Yah!" cried a shrill voice over his shoulder. "All but the Captain's tight, quivering to move. "Besides," she demanded, "what have the Officers and the Engineers ever done to you that you should want to man! Now you stop it, both of you." "All right," said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands the door and back to her son. "Don't you say things like that, Wes! You don't know." "It's what everybody says. Why else would they guard the Ship the way And the Officers wouldn't do that. If they wanted us killed off they'd let the Piruts in on us, or the shags, and let 'em finish us quick. including the Officers? As for slow death—well, they think we're dumb. They've kept us away from the Ship ever since the Crash Officers want us killed off anyhow?" There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky. Nerves crackled icily all over Kirk's skin. But there wasn't any need was in his eyes. The pupils were always spread, always hot with some bitter force, always probing. He wasn't much older than Kirk. Kirk looked up the hill. Officers were running from the huts below the gaunt, dead Ship. They didn't look so different from the Hans, only they were built a little taller and lighter, less bowed and bunchy in the shoulders, quicker on their feet. Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was "Is it true, Jakk? Do you know? Because if they are...." had grown louder in Kirk's ears. He could hear men yelling and the They were using shags again. They drove the lumbering beasts on into behind them, and then climbing on the round hairy bodies. It took drove them, and sometimes the dead ones weren't quite dead and it was to fight the Piruts, no matter what you thought about the Officers. You any time, but when the Piruts were raiding.... No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer, was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order. Pa hadn't been alone, of course. Frank and Russ went with him. The three of them would have sense enough to keep safe. Maybe they were in the pillbox. rusty metal things crouching behind them, but they weren't any good for fighting. A man needed shoulder room for spear and sling. "Think they could know what's in it?" difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep that stuff. We've let the Officers hoard heat and food so they can live no matter what happens to us. We're fools, Wes! A lot of bloody fools!" joined the shoulder. Kirk could see the bright blood beating up through "It's up to you, Wes. You're the only one that really knows about the Ship. You'll do better than I would, anyhow. You're a fighter. You carry it on, so the Hans can live. Promise." Kirk nodded. He couldn't say anything. The heat was dying in Randl's eyes. That ladder made Kirk think of Pa. It was the only way for a man to get "Yes." The O.D. was also the Third Officer. Taller than Kirk, thinner, with the hair going grey on his body and exhausted eyes sunk deep under his horny overlids. He said quietly: The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk. He hadn't, after the first glance. "Your father, and his two friends." The Officer tightened suddenly and made one hand into a fist and beat Something in the Officer's voice. He helped to lay his father down. He'd seen bodies before. He'd handled one he'd eaten and slept and wrestled with. The thick arm that hauled own—from the front!" "I let them get as close as I dared," said the Officer tonelessly. "I moved in and held him, without rancor, looking at their own feet. "Please try to understand," whispered the Officer. "I had to do it." The Officer, the bloody wall, the stars and the cold grey gullies all enough to touch it, and no way through. Pa and Frank and Russ, standing had been standing. There were six men holding him, three on each side. The Officer was gone. Kirk relaxed. He was shivering and covered with rime from body sweat. Somebody whistled. "Six men! Didn't know the kid had it in him." The Officer's voice said dully, "No discipline. Better take him home." Kirk tried to turn. The six men swung with him. Kirk said, "You better discipline me. You better kill me, because, if you don't, I'll kill you." "I don't blame you, boy. Go and rest. You'll understand." Pa, and the Ship with the heat-stones in it, and the Captain's yellow daughter getting fat and warm while my sisters freeze and go hungry. I'll understand, and I'll make everybody else understand, too!" The Officer's eyes held a quick fire. "Boy! Do you know what you're "You bet I know!" "That's mutiny. For God's sake, don't make things worse!" "Worse for us, or for you?" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in the wind. "Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up there in the Ship they won't let us touch?" There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in close to Kirk. "Shut up," he said urgently. "Don't make me punish you, not now. You're down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him that he didn't want to show. He said quietly, but so that everyone could hear him, "Discipline, for not longer than it takes to clear the rock below." Two of the men nodded and took Kirk away down a flight of stone steps.

<question>:
What best defines the power struggle between the Hans and the Officers?

<options>:
A The Officers seemingly maintain control over the Hans for now
B The Hans work with the Piruts to stave off the Officers
C The Officers are fighting with the Hans to take over their land
D The Hans are in control of the Officers and discipline their activities

<answer>:

A