"Uh, me and him. Thought that was kind of obvious..." Arty pointed a finger first at himself, then at robocop as each was mentioned. He'd stepped into the room behind the Clockwork Man to find three warrior looking types reacting to the sudden intrusion and drawing weapons. Two ranged ones that looked a bit like ancient crossbows (though given the ray guns being sported by the ground troops and the swords that could block his own energized blade he seriously doubted they were actually just crossbows), and two swords that were more than likely very similar in capability to those the guards they'd just killed had held (though these two were held by one man). "You must be the local badasses."

It was then that his gaze fell upon the elder-y looking fellow standing near the glowing console. His sword came up in a casual pointing gesture aimed at the old man. "One of these things is not like the others." He took a couple steps forward until he was in front of the Clockwork Man (who would probably want to shoot him for this, but hey... YOLO, right?) "If you wouldn't mind handing him over now, we'll leave you to your doomsday bomb and be on our way in peace." He held his arms out in a gesture of openness, inviting them to accept the offer. They didn't, so he dropped his arms and tightened his grip on the sword. "Or... We could leave you in pieces. Personally, I'm hoping you pick the second option."