Sometimes, when you have three choices in your life -- you look at them at face value.

One choice, you sleep with that woman, its questionable. You may have a urinary tract infection now, but you grasped life by the horns and lived it.

Second choice, you embrace your fears, you take that big, badass ship out for a stroll, blow up three people, and collect that sweet sweet reward. But now, now that big Corp you've been hanging around? Now they are pissed.

Or the third choice, and maybe the best choice, you take your gear, you jettison yourself outside the side of your ship, going about 1200 km/s, and latch yourself onto a ship, take out its crew, take the ship, rebrand it, and sell it. Profit.

The end result is always the same;

An Ebeaocans choice is always the right one.