B it is!
You unzip your seat belt and get up.
BAM! You tumble over, but quickly rise up again.
The ship apparently crashed into a building. But it´s still up in the air.
Half of the other squad are sadly not as fortunate your squad, as the part behind them catches on fire, upon which they imitate said behavior.
"OH GODDDDDDD!" screams one of them.
You open the emergency hatch.
"HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!" screams one of the burning men, as he grabs your collar.
"Let me go!" you scream.
The man is half-insane of pain.
You do a swift move and throw him out the hatch. He screams and you hear a loud crack.
It was better this way. You made it quick. Painless.
You look out the hatch.
The ship is flying around with no sense of direction.
Maybe you should wait unt-
BAM!
The ship crashed into another building.
You barely avoid falling out of the hatch. Jumping out of the hatch is survivable, but falling face-first? No way.
You look at your squad. Kate has been knocked out. Daniel is sitting calmly on his place.
Albert, however, is struggling with his belt.
You run up to him and cut him loose.
BAM! Another crash.
The remaining members on the other squad look terrified.
You and Albert run up to the hatch.
"Danny, i just want to say, th-"
BAM!
Another crash.
However, this time, you don´t manage to hold yourself on.
You fall out of the hatch.
You hear Albert scream.
Colors pass by your vision. Buildings look like vague shapes of paint as you fall to what is undeniably your death.
You try to get into the fetal position.
You prepare yourself for the impact and close your eyes.
You hit something with your back. But it´s not the ground, because it breaks and you continue falling, although at a slower pace.
You hit the ground.
Your back hurts. Alot.
You try to open your eyes, but you can´t bring yourself to do it.
You try to call for help, but your throat is dry.
You take a breath and then, everything goes black.
You wake up.
You open your eyes.
Your back feels like someone used it for target practice. With a baseball bat.
You look around. You appear to be in some kind of two-story building.
You look up. The roof is broken. Figures.
You try to get up and- GAH!
Looks like your injuries were more serious then you thought.
When you broke the roof, it looks like a rock landed on your leg. It´s not broken, but you can´t stand on it.
You crawl to a wall.
Looks like your guns took most of the impact when you fell. Lucky they aren´t broken.
You use the wall to get up.
You appear to be in a bedroom.
You hear something in the other room.
"Kasslah! Ach liek Kasslah!" says a voice. It´s an Xeno!
You pull up your pistol.
You halt into the other room. The Xeno is to busy shooting arrows out a window to notice you.
However, you knock over a rock. The Xeno turns around, but you shoot him in the shoulder.
He stumbles back and falls to the ground.
You point your gun at him.
"Prepare to meet your maker, you alien SOB!"
The Xeno looks at you and...is he crying?
Yeah. He´s fucking crying.
The only sound within the room is the falling of each tear.
Christ. The Xeno looks at you, his eyes blank.
"Please...please..." he says. He probably doesn´t know any other word.
He doesn´t look like he´s playing a trick.
If you knock him out and turn him in, he´ll get killed.
Maybe...maybe it´s the right thing to let him go?
Then again, he is a racist asshole. At least your superiors say so. But this guy doesn´t look very racist.
What now?
A:Spare the Xeno.
B:Kill the Xeno.