I was curious as if the ribbons on the colonel’s jacket meant anything
(I am aware that they may mean nothing military-wise and were just their as a nod towards William’s transformation into Warfstache, with the red and white stripes)
But I looked up military ribbons and the only thing I found close to the ribbons the Colonel wears was this:
Then I thought ‘Nicaragua rings a bell, but where?’
Then I remembered:
(he actually says “I got my medical licence from Nicaragua”)
So, here’s a thought you guys could develop from.
When Will was in the army… was he a soldier… or a doctor?…
What if the Surgeon Simulator is in reference to Dr. Iplier and that how he and the Colonel meet? What if they met in the military in Nicaragua??????
What if the Colonel became Darkiplier with Celine, and Damien turned into “Wilford Warfstache”?
THAT’S the question, and here’s the answer! Colonel William is now “Dark” with Celine, and Damien has turned into the crazy mayor known as: “Dandy Bowtie”. Instead of being a journalist like Wilford is, Dandy’s still a mayor, but a completely insane and murderous one of course!
So packbonding… that’s a thing! And a thing often mentioned in these sort of stories. We bond with humans, aliens, animals and objects. If we’re around it enough we will bond with it in some way. BUT! I KNOW I’m not the only one that (quite often) say “People are stupid”. And I just think it would be a hilarious scene when aliens first see a couple of humans packbonding over this idea?!
“How. Dare. He.” My human took a shuddering breath.
“You’re 12!” She said loudly. It reminded me of a video I had been shown earlier, of a quiet mountain suddenly…what was the word…exploding.
My human was still talking. “Never mind that 12 doesn’t mean the same thing to you…full-grown, born mature, etc. Still, I’m pack-bonded to you for goodness sake! They can’t just take you away from me.”
She did not seem to understand that a captain’s word was final. I would be sad to leave my human as well, true, but signing onto a ship meant following the orders given – including removal from one’s human.
“You’re mine.” She was still talking.
This conversation was beginning to affect me. I had also pack-bonded with the human, though to a lesser degree. No one had the capacity for pack-bonding like the humans. That is why they matched one of us zanataz to a human on ships – so that other creatures would not have to pretend to be bonded to the humans. Thus far, zanataz were the only ones that had even a portion of the ability to keep up with earth’s pack-bonding creatures. It had been found that other creatures, “pets” from earth, were also capable. However, being that they could not speak nor had any usefulness on a ship, we were a better alternative companion for humans. Pack-bonding was useful-
My human’s sobs broke across my thoughts. She was sitting on her resting-place now, covering her face, with liquid flowing down through her fingers.
“First, no other friends. Then we lose contact with earth. And now they take you away. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
I moved closer to her and patted her shoulder, as I had been taught. Pat. Pat. A sniffle from the human. Pat. Pat. Her hand covered my glove. (our claws had proven non-beneficial for human contact). Her head came up and her eyes met mine, full of liquid. “I can’t,” she whispered.
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An hour later, I had managed to get my human to the common energy consumption area. She poked her food slower than normal then aggressively poked her food. Ah-the word was stabbed. I had learned that word from watching a movie with her one night.
“I’m gonna talk to the captain.” She stood up and started walking to the door before I could recover and hurry after her. The downside of us being human companions was that our reflexes were much slower than humans.
As I hurried along the corridor, I was reminded that I was also slower than humans in general. By the time I got to the bridge, my energy was low and the door had just shut behind my human. I decided to wait it out in the hallway.
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My human had done the impossible – again. She had somehow convinced the captain, using logic – a tool in the human arsenal that is not always used – that keeping me on board was the wisest course, “at least for a month or two.” My human had danced all the way back to her quarters, and I found myself thankful that I had been so successfully bonded with her. She truly was a wonder, and I agreed with many of my own species when they said “we are forever in our humans’ debt, in a multitude of ways.”
