Hey… boars are people, too.

“Class Distinction”

By Joseph Manno

“The discussion is over, Master Chief. I outrank you, so you’ll do it my way.”

I guess Herr Müeller had decided he didn’t want to argue anymore.

There’s one in every crowd, on every ship—some conceited piglet who decides that a commission is really a coronation, and starts throwing his or her weight around.

Well, I weigh a lot more than some snotty little ex-cadet.

No one else in the room said a word: They were terrified of my reaction.

Good. That’s just the way I like it.

“Boy… there’s not an ensign in Starfleet outranks a master chief.”