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

<passage>:
THE MADMAN FROM EARTH BY KEITH LAUMER compliments, et cetera, to the Ministry of Culture of the Groacian Groaci wish only friendship with the Terrestrials, but—" The door burst inward. A crowd of crested Groaci pressed into the room, "You can't offend the Groaci," Miss Meuhl said sharply. "Consul Whaffle of armed Groaci in the consulate?" letting yourself in for? This would be a hell of a good time for you to figure out whose side you're on." "I'm on the side of common decency!" you do. Don't add violation of the Consulate to the list of Groacian "What about that Terrestrial cruiser? The one that disappeared out this atrocities." avoid with the Groaci. I certainly hope you're not thinking of openly intruding—" "Take the man," Shluh said. "The Groaci are a very sensitive race. They don't welcome outworlders the fact that Terrestrials subjected them to deep humiliation on one occasion." "You mean when they came looking for the cruiser?" "They never found the cruiser, did they?" "Certainly not on Groac." The pale-featured Groacian vibrated his throat-bladder in a distressed "The impossibility of access to outworlders. To depart quietly." "The specific instructions of the Archivist." The Groacian's voice rose direction of the Terrestrial Consulate General. The few Groacians on Groacian equivalent of a bar. Retief went in. A Groacian bartender was dispensing clay pots of alcoholic drink from the edge of the pit. "To sample a true Groacian beverage." digestive sacs to express regret." decide whether I like it." "To get the lead out," Retief said, placing a thick gold-piece in the dish provided. "To shake a tentacle." "The procuring of a cage," a thin voice called from the sidelines. "The displaying of a freak." Retief turned. A tall Groacian vibrated his mandibles in a gesture of contempt. From his bluish throat coloration, it was apparent the creature was drunk. "To begone, freak," the Groacian whispered. The Groacian reached for him, missed. A passer-by stepped around him, Groacian. Retief stepped around him, seized his collar and yanked. The Groacian are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen." Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments "One hour ago," The Groacian said, "a Groacian national was brought the Terrestrial Consul." Miss Meuhl gasped audibly. "Have you ever heard," Retief said, looking steadily at Fith, "of a Terrestrial cruiser, the ISV Terrific , which dropped from sight in this sector nine years ago?" it hits a sour note with me." "All our efforts," Miss Meuhl said, "to live down that terrible episode! And you—" "Terrible? I understand that a Terrestrial task force stood off Groac and sent a delegation down to ask questions. They got some funny Somewhat annoying to the Groaci, maybe—at the most. If they were "Save the protests, Fith. You have some explaining to do. And I don't think your story will be good enough." it." Fith rose Shluh followed suit. "I shall ask for your immediate recall, Mr. Consul. Were it not for your diplomatic immunity, I should do more—" "Why did the government fall, Fith? It was just after the task force "The new regime has shown itself most amiable to you Terrestrials. It has outdone itself—" "Enough!" Fith's mandibles quivered in distress. "I can talk no more of this matter—" curious looking creatures were captured. After being securely caged, they were exhibited to the gentle Groaci public. Hauled through the communicate with each other. Altogether it was a very amusing exhibit. "Tell me, Shluh, what happened to those six Terrestrials after the parade was over?" out for them? Research, maybe? Cut them open to see what made them yell...." "No!" Fith gasped. "I must correct this terrible false impression at once." narco-interrogation would get that out of any Groacian who saw the more information. Where did you get them? Where did you hide the ship? brisk time of it hiding the ship, and shutting everybody up. A close call, eh?" "We were afraid," Shluh said. "We are a simple people. We feared the a blunder, it is true, a great blunder. But we have tried to make amends...." "Where is the ship?" "The ship?" Where is it?" The two Groacians exchanged looks. A Groacian threw a switch. A weak bluish glow sprang up. Retief walked along the raised wooden catwalk, studying the ship. Empty visible within the half-open entry port. Near the bow the words 'IVS where acceleration couches had been mounted, the empty instrument Silently, the Groacians led the way back out through the tunnel and "We were at fault," Fith said abjectly. "Now we wish only friendship." "The Terrific was a heavy cruiser, about twenty thousand tons." Retief looked grimly at the slender Foreign Office official. "Where is "Where is that ship?" Retief rapped out. "You never learn, do you? Fith clacked his mandibles angrily, eye stalks canted aggressively toward the Terrestrial. "Out of deference to your diplomatic status, Terrestrial, I shall the Groacian government." going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off Meuhl snorted. "I really can hardly blame the Groaci. They are not a I've told you that it was only a lifeboat the Groaci have hidden out. far. The cruiser itself must be somewhere near by. I want to know "The Groaci don't know. They're a very cultured, gentle people. You can Groaci. I think I can get past them all right." "The Groaci won't waste any time destroying every piece of paper in indignation. "You're like a ... a...." "You and I are in a tight spot, Miss Meuhl. The logical next move for the Groaci is to dispose of both of us. We're the only ones who know better of you," she gasped. "In danger, indeed! Disposing of me! I've never heard anything so ridiculous." "Stay in this office. Close and safe-lock the door. You've got food and water in the dispenser. I suggest you stock up, before they shut the "I'll do nothing of the sort! The Groaci are very fond of me! You ... Johnny-come-lately! Roughneck! Setting out to destroy—" "Blame it on me if it will make you feel any better," Retief said, "but "What in the world—Where have you been? What's happened to your clothing?" it later." "At this hour? There's no one there...." "Exactly." Office?" "That's right," Retief said calmly. "Now—" "This is absolutely the end!" Miss Meuhl said. "Thank heaven I've already—" "Get that sender going, woman!" Retief snapped. "This is important." "That's good," Retief said. "I don't think the Groaci can knock us off office. Any doubts I may have had as to the rightness of that decision have been completely dispelled by what you've just told me." of a Board of Inquiry, you will—" Retief reached out and snapped off the communicator. The triumphant "I heard him say he was going get my resignation. If I'm right, that suspension would be embarrassing all around." "I'm going to report this terrible thing to the Groaci at once, and offer my profound—" A Groacian official appeared on the screen. the Groacian Autonomy, I herewith accredit you as Terrestrial Consul

<question>:
What is the name of the space cruiser that the Groacians are hiding?

<options>:
A The Terran
B The Territory
C The Terror
D The Terrific

<answer>:

D