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The childish yet slightly brave and obedient Patrick, with his confident smile and his fiery eyes full of determination.
The energetic and slightly materialistic Emilia, with her obsession over colorful accessories and her talent at pilot and coordination.
The calm and composed, yet obedient and useful Hermes, someone that follows rules and always obeys those of higher authority than him.
These three were the first I saved and the ones that had obeyed every command I gave to them, they're also talented, quickly learning how to coordinate themselves with me.
Their Neutonium Cores have yet to blossom fully, but I plan for them to develop Abilities soon enough.
How? A small plan I have...
Anyways, aside from that, they are indebted to me as I saved their lives, and I can freely rely on them due to their honest natures, from what I've analyzed so far. They're smart and have talent but aren't cunning or too smart, so they're easy to command and trust.
Cunning and suspicious people that are overly smart and question everything, however, cannot be trusted. Hence why I often don't engage too much with a few other pilots, the experienced ones are not people I can trust most of the time either, due to such reasons.
But these three are easy to manipulate, so they'll be useful in both helping me survive and also on rallying the other pilots to my side, increasing my chances of survival and also of the survival of the fleet.
Why do all of this? Because its necessary. The reason they were all dying was due to their lack of coordination after all.
And well, they happened to all be quite focused on my breakfast, I can't blame them, this cafeteria's slop is not good for them.
They need something better. I'll spoil them, so their trust toward me increases.
"Ah, this breakfast? It was around three thousand credits," I said with a confident smile. "Nothing much for me though. You three worked hard the last two days, I'll give you a reward."
"A reward?!" asked Patrick. "W-What do you mean with that?"
"Have we done something deserving of one?" wondered Emilia. "We've only cooperated to survive together... Right?"
"W-Wait, Blake! What are you planning...?" Hermes grew flustered.
"Hey, come here."
I called one of the cafeteria robots who could float around, and they had the shape of a metallic torso with many long arms.
"A-Ah!" he was shocked, his eyes widened, as he readjusted his glasses. "Is that... right?!"
"Yes, also you can repay me in the battlefield by fighting by my side," I smiled. "And of course, leading others. You're particularly good at leading others. I can't do all that work myself, a secondary leader, a general, would be ideal."
"S-Such a thing..." he muttered. "I shall repay all this kindness a hundredfold, Blake. Thank you."
He lowered his head and quickly started eating almost in the same intensity as Patrick.
The rest of the pilots all glanced in disbelief, drooling.
"See this? If you perform well and cooperate without fighting against one another, or panicking in the battlefield, you might also receive a small gift from my gratitude," I smiled back at my fellow pilots. "Work hard everyone. I want what everyone else want, for us to survive this. There's only five more days before we reach our destination. The Xenoids, will not wait that long for us. We must crush them, united."
"OOOOOHHHHH!!"
The pilots immediately responded with roars filled with inspiration and emotion. I ended still buying them some butter, cheap coffees, and fruit jam to eat with their free bread.
This greatly increased their morale, as they felt much happier by eating delicious food in the mornings before the battles began.
Once I was done eating and while taking advantage of the time left before any Xenoid appeared, I called for Patrick, Emilia, and Hermes, as we moved to the spaceport where the machine warriors were located.
"I wanted to call you here for something, a favor," I said, as they looked at me with honest smiles.
"Anything Blake!" said Patrick.
"Sure! Ask away Blakie!" Emilia winked at me.
"I'll work my earnest to do as you ask," Hermes said.
Then...
"I want you to become Extensions."
"Huh?!"
"Wait, what?!"
"But that's..."
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