They have to try, at the very least

Nerra’s face darkened, her jaw locked as the Monique’s incessant moaning hung in the air. Samora met her gaze. “I’m going to try and help her—I won’t leave a soldier behind, not if I can help it. And with them distracted with…. Her… we should be able to get the drop on them.”

Nerra raised her rifle, checking to scope to make sure it was undamaged. “I should be able to take them out, but I might need some help to make sure they can’t get to me first.” She slung the rifle over her shoulder. “Leading us is your job though, so I’ll leave the planning to you.”

Samora nodded. “Alright, there were only two of them, so it should be straight forward enough. We sneak up on them and you take out the first one. When the second one tries to find you, I’ll get its attention and distract it long enough for you to take it out as well. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes sir!” Nerra saluted. As Samora signaled for them to move out, she hesitated. “Um, Samora, shouldn’t we get you something to wear first?” Samora glanced down. With her position of leadership and responsibility restored, she had almost forgotten that she was naked.

Samora shook her head, “There’s no time. Every second we waste here, things get worse and worse for Monique.” As if to accent her point, Monique let out a particularly rapturous scream. “Now let’s get moving!”

Nerra nodded, and the two made their way over toward Monique and the two heavies.