Captain : Keep that gun right at RedDwarf's head

Finger on the trigger. You don't become captain without some healthy paranoia. If you catch a whiff of trouble, you'll make good on your threats inside a human's peak reaction time.

The big guy follows at a short distance, coordinating this with his fellow operatives. You'll toss him into the shuttle when they lob you the disk.

You speak while you handle this.

Captain: Son, you got a medic, right?
RedDwarf groans in pain. It sounds assenting, or hostile. Hard to tell.
Captain: Bet you do. You might live through this.
Captain: Gonna thank me if you do.
Captain: Get old enough, wise enough, you start learning.
Captain: You got a good heart.
Captain: Learn to make compromises. Find the middle road. Work inside the system. Take the third option, you know?
RedDwarf: Fucking cynic. Should have stabbed you harder.
Captain: Maybe one day, you'll do good for the frontier sector. Find your own middle--
RedDwarf: Not third.
Captain: Beg your pardon, there?
RedDwarf: Middle ground is just...
RedDwarf breathes heavily.
RedDwarf: ...Consolation for losing.
RedDwarf: Real third options... They're...
RedDwarf coughs weakly.
Captain: What do you think a third option is, huh?
RedDwarf: Risks. Gambles.
RedDwarf inhales heavily.
Captain: Risking what?
RedDwarf: Risking everything.

RedGiant: save your friend.