Alpha was not among those who had "made it." He was still engaged in combat with Blackbeard.
After several minutes of using blades and lasers on each other, the pirate called a truce for two minutes, knowing that the Guardian robot would respect it.
"So, Guardian, do you think can win?"
"I think we both know the answer to that question."
"You don't intend to beat me, you intend to let the others escape. How selfless of you."
"Cut the crap, Blackbeard. Have you come to waste my time, or are you going to spring a trap when I least expect it?"
"Oh, now that would be the most dishonorable, mangy, dirty, underhanded, devious, cunning, and just plain mean thing to do?"
"You'd do it." Alpha insisted.
"Yes I would, but I can't. This part of the ship has no traps."
"What was it that you called a truce for?"
"To offer you a chance to join the wining side. Come with me, alpha. We can hunt down far more of the underworld. You get to take on my rivals, and I can supply you with an endless parade of criminals to destroy."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I can supply you with rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, train robbers, bank robbers, and Methodists!"
"You took that from an ancient movie, didn't you?"
"Yes. Yes I did."
"You know that I am hardwired to never deal with criminals, don't you?"
"Yeah, I knew that. I was hoping you didn't."
"Back to fighting, Blackbea- ZAP!" A glancing laser beam hit Alpha's armor, doing little damage.