Tamara to the rescue?

Tamara raised her head from the turret as she heard the clang of metal resonate through the room, followed shortly by the sound of Luna and the Rapi’s footsteps coming to a halt. She heard Luna curse under her breath, and she knew that all this could only mean one thing. “God damnit, Luna,” she whispered, but really she just felt bad for the girl. It wasn’t Luna’s first day, but she always acted so innocent and pure—Tamara hated to think of something like this happening to her, even if it was (in the strangest way) a little hot.

She shook her head and considered her options. Luna had agreed to the plan, surely she had known the risks. She had been out there putting herself in harm’s way with the explicit intention that Tamara would be able to finish repairing the turret. But the turret wasn’t done yet, and the loudest part was still to come.

Sure, she could stay here like they had planned, but the Rapi might hear here and come claim her too, then there would be no one to save the day. Then again, Luna might still serve as a distraction after all… Tamara hated to think like this, but it might be best to just let the Rapi have their way with her for now, let them distract themselves with her rather pretty body while she finished her work. Then again, she always had her shotgun and maybe she had a duty to try and spare Luna from such an experience.