There is nothing more satisfying then having someone take a shot at you, and miss.

No one was quite certain on the events, and thus when the rumor mill got a hold of it, the story had taken on near fantastical proportions. Which were not helped in the slightest by Blaster encouraging the expounding and speculation of it all, especially if one was retelling the story to those who were not personally exiled to The Pit (Some artistic mech had even created a welcome sign of such using scrap metal Ratchet was not going to use, saying that for over the main door.) and thus were not actually familiar with the black and white tactician.

The basic gist, when you took the more then likely over energized additions to the story out, was of how the Sergeant had, by lack of proper formation and relay points, was forced to travel from his vantage point to give tactical advice into the thick of things. Only to end up in point blank range of a very dangerous looking ray cannon being held by a jittery looking seeker. (The weapon and the seeker being completely unknown in any intelligence reports and thus was dubbed a variety of nicknames amongst the base.) There had been a pause as you could clearly see both sides of this sudden confrontation were contemplating in their own ways if this was actually happening, then the click as the powered up cannon was discharged. The flash and sonic boom of the weapon causing a few combatants to pause in morbid admiration, while others had started looking around for the mad cap engineer that was normally at the epicenter of such light shows.

Only for everything to come to a screeching halt, for once the dust settled one could clearly see Prowl still standing and unscathed and the seeker turning tail and retreating. The logic crash in the sergeant had been of epic proportions if one used the Ratchet's creative use of insults in various alien dialects was to go by, as Prowl had melted a few circuits in a very pretty show of sparks raining from his cpu attempting to mathematically figure out the odds of such happening.

Prowl soon became a lucky object to the more superstitious of the group.