(65 - 86 = -21, Two Degrees of Failure. The men are nearly unscathed)
...One of the soldiers pulling out a rocket launcher from their perch, unharmed by their position being barraged blindly. The explosive payload is launched at the warframe before you can even give a warning. It hits the middle of the road where he was standing, also causing the van you were ambushed in to explode. When the smoke clears, the remaining soldiers have made their getaway, though they left behind the more grievously injured. The automaton that saved your life now lies heavily damaged in the middle of the street, having been near the epicenter of the rocket's explosions. His arm was blasted clean off and now lied mangled nearby. His right leg was turned the wrong way and half of his faceplate was blasted off, revealing the twitching synthetic architecture underneath. The PRT was now arriving in force, just in time to clean up this mess. You slump to a sitting position nearby, as you notice the creator of the machine that just saved you and your squad's lives, perhaps at the expense of its - his - own. She calls for you to help her pick up the robot. Duty calls again, it seems.
***
"Sergeant, do you mind telling me exactly how a routine courier job ended up turning into this nightmare?" You sit across from the head of the East-Northeast Protectorate, Armsmaster. He's still in his power armor - you have no idea how that chair supports his weight, but it probably involves tinkertech and bullshit - but his helmet is off and his stare is burrowing into your forehead. At any other point you might have been terrified, but right now you were just tired.
How do you answer?
[]"Sir, I don't think that's very fair to assign the blame to me. I was following a pre-set route to a directed location, and we had no intel about a possible enemy attack."
[]"I accept that the situation went haywire under my control, but we should be less worried about pointing fingers and more worried about - if you'll excuse my language - who had the balls to take on a PRT van and get away with it."
[]"With all do respect, I don't answer to the Protectorate: I'm a PRT employee. I'm going to submit a report of the incident to my Warrant Officer, and you can get that report through the proper channels."