The Clockwork Man twisted his head, seemingly ignoring Arty’s question for a few awkward moments. Sheltered behind the ship, near its half-submerged entrance ramp, the Clockwork Man was in fact reading the results his Spider had presented for him. It was truly impressive.

“Five minutes.” He answered finally, whipping out his pistol and turning towards Arty, his hands a blur as he reloaded the revolver and prepared it to fire. He took aim at the human’s head, and then with a small twist fired one round directly towards him. It missed by inches, cracking through another robot some distance behind him; it exploded as a lazer perforated its body.

“You may want to enter the ship now.” The Clockwork Man suggested curtly, leaving Arty no time to potentially protest to his near brush with the Elmorium tipped bullet. That shot could have just have easily ruptured the human’s skull, though the Clockwork Man predicted that he would have likely avoided it regardless. If circumstances had been different, if he had been different, that might have been a shot with Arty’s name on it. However, there was no point milling on that, the Automaton had made his choice to accept his new companion, for better or worse.

Entering through the ships loading ramp, the Clockwork Man swiftly traversed the dark-metal corridor past a number of vital system rooms, and awaited Arty’s arrival. Once safely aboard it was simplistic for him to shut the doors, and continue walking towards the front of the ship, past two more rooms resembling incredibly spartan living quarters. The Clockwork Man finally reached the very front of the ship, where a tough transparent glass revealed naught but dirt and scrap out the window. The Clockwork Spider perched on the console, its mandibles connected to the mainframe as it initiated thrusters, causing rubble to smash and fall from the outside of the hull. Lazer fire buzzed outside, the Broken Ones fighting their turn-cloak ally while some scratched ineffectively at the outer-layer of the ship.

Provided Arty had decided to join him in the bridge, which seemed like the most logical course of action, the Clockwork Man would turn to him.

“This could be rough.” He remarked cooly, seizing hold of a concave metallic chair to hold himself steady as the ship shook and vibrated violently, before erupting with a blast of vibrant purple fire from the scrap-fields, and bursting into the night sky.