"What the...?" I ask, then I realize what's happening. I quickly comm the deflector shield operator, a clone named Magma. "Magma, activate deflector shields. Now!"
"Medic!" I shout. "We need a medic over here, right kriffing now!"
Alongside Frog, Memory, Aftermath, Wilhuff, and a few other clones, I lift the door off of Howlpaw's pingas, removing the shattered plastoid crotch plate of his armor and leaving his crotch covered by only the standard-issue under-armor jumpsuit.
"Don't worry, Howl. You'll be alright. Whichever one of our brothers gets here for you - which, let's be honest, will probably be Feedback - he'll make sure of that."
A field medic soon arrives. Specifically, mine and Howlpaw's close brother Feedback, the only clone medic familiar with the unique anatomy of Howlpaw's werewolf form.
"Feedback, thank goodness you're here." I say. "Howl's not doing too hot. You'll probably think I'm crazy for saying this, but trust me, it's true. A huge durasteel door randomly fell from the sky and landed right on Howl's... uh, his wolf meat, if you catch my drift. He needs proper medical attention stat."
(Can you please choose one POV and stick with it? It gets confusing for me. I'm not trying to be rude btw, it's just hard to say something like that without coming off as a jackass. But like, please just pick, first person or third person, and stick to it to avoid confusion.)
