Barrett, Callan, and wolf-Jack were all hurtled forwards as the spacecraft smashed into the dirt. The latter of the three made a small ‘yip!’ sound as they hit something, but they all remained silent when Nash called out.
Cal was lying on his side, both hands loosely cupped together to protect the little mouse inside.
Jack was a ball of fluff amongst the rubble.
Barrett was unconscious too, and had a nasty gash on the side of his head.
“… Jericho?” Shepherd nervously said, although it was difficult to hear him amongst the ship’s fault alarms and sparking electronics.