Days went by without any noteworthy complications. The Pincer was rolling away like a purring kitten and the steel guard guy was still utterly useless and sitting in a corner and absentmindedly clipping his arm sized pincer, making a rhythmic sharp C.
Nothing else happened. Time took some time off and went to chew some gum. Botan grew increasingly restless and without realizing it started to minutely sway to the guards beat.
Even the ship grew bored and started jamming a barely audible tune to the beat. The Pincer had early on learned that a conversation with its new captain was a big nono when Botan threatened to ram his fist in its data cores if it didn't shut up.
Botan spoke up:
'You guys need proper names. I don't even have a clue if you understand the concept of names but I think I shall call you ....' He paused to think, ' You, guard thing, I solemnly name you bunny.
okey?'
The newly named looked up at him in puzzlement.
'It means bunny, it's an ancient word from my home world for a cute critter'
'NO'
'Not a man for big words, are you? What are you anyway?'
He pulled itself up to its full impressive height, thrust his pincer in the air and screamed with lungs, that wouldn't have a problem being used as a pneumatic press, in a mighty impressive manner;
' HA GA NE! '
Botan clenched his butt and held his ears in pain.
'Alrite man, glad you like it. Hagane it is'
Botan grabbed his tool belt from a rack, went over to the steel guard guy, who was till standing with his pincer stretched out high and stuck in the ceiling.
'Ok Hagane, let's make it official then?'
Hagane's big central eye flashed in a deep red for a moment as he lowered his pincer arm.
'YES!'
'Nice. Hold out your other arm please.'
Hagane did as he was told. A magical, unbreakable bond between them had formed. Sylvanians were born/constructed for the sole purpose of serving a master and Hagane never really had one before. It was one of his major shortcomings.
Botan engraved the name onto his arm.
'Ship, you want a name too?'
The ship answered immediately.
'No thank you sir, I already have a name'
'Nah Pincer isn't a name for a ship, maybe for pocket knife or something, but not for my war steed.'
'Well sir if you put it like that, do you have something in mind? How about 'The Terrorist' or 'Fist of Fury' or maybe something classical like 'Ajax' or 'Diomede'?
'You don't worry about it, I already have something in mind...'
Under the suspicious eyes of the ship Botan made his way over to the ownership plate, pulled out his multitool and added to his previously engraved name.
It read, BOTAN'S BITCH.
Botan smiled. The Bitch didn't, not only on account of not having a face to smile with.
'Sir, I have to protest this decision. It's demeaning.'
'Well you see, Bitch, you don't protest anything because you are by name, my bitch. You do as you are told and keep your silly mouth shut unless of course you want to have an argument with Hagane over there.'