There has been a lot of talk about the so-called progenitor of the dominant species applying Darwinian genetics to Anticans or Caitians or worse using Darwinian theory to belittle the Tellarites.
There is little doubt that appearance has something to do with this history. Caitians look like humanoid cats. Anticans look like oversized dogs. The greater consideration is whether or not it goes beyond appearance to mannerisms.
Anticans are large dogs. They are pack animals by instinct and they instinctually follow the dominant male as the alpha. In recent history, the position of Alpha Male amongst the Antican population has been called into question. Belvedere Brown is a legend who stood up to the Borg at Antican B7 arriving in the colonies with nothing left but building an armed force that even the Romulans feared to trifle with on the ground. His status was never question.
The Marine Major rose all the way to Field Marshal commanding all of Starfleet. He stood as the Alpha above all others.
However, Bell chose the Hatherton's. He abandoned many of his own to side with Michaela and her Starfleet loyalists to gain control of the Andorian Gateway and the Rings of Teero. He has since reconciled with the King's albeit at the rank of Major. He is still a spokesperson and an example to his people but they question his dominance as their leader.
Bell has also reconciled with Christine T'Nley, his Romulan hybrid lover. The move is not popular amongst the Anticans or his marine peers believing the fact that Christine has such a dominant personality further makes Bell seem weak.
Christine had learned of these concerns about her mate. She knew she really wanted to help Bell. He had been trying so hard to reconcile with his troops, his people and the King's.
Bell had left for manoeuvres. She knew that he would quit for lunch. The one thing all males enjoy; regardless of race is parading their mate in front of their friends to show them; hey this is what I have got.
Christine waltzed through the marine training courtyard and over towards Major Belvedere Brown.
Her incredibly provocative outfit drew a few cheers and plenty of marine whistles. Christine handed Bell a small bag, "You forgot your lunch."
In the era of replication, this was redundant but it was the gesture that was so important. Bell was all man. He was in charge.
Bell looked at Christine. His eyes were wet with tears but he would be damned if anyone but Christine would see. He knew how hard it was for her to abandon her feminist ways to help him. He was so grateful.
All he could think about is what he might do to her when he got home...
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Christine T'Nley
Major Brown's B**ch
King's Fleet Marine Corps.
