With more than a little hesitation, the motley crew atop the speeders flanking Abilene exchanged a few glances. No one seemed overly keen on approaching the loading ramp situation now that the spacer and his crew had back-up. 
The lead on the left jerked his head towards the cargo, motioning for the right to go first. 
The right just shrugged at him.

Given her situation, Eryn was a billion percent not fond of making moves that might attract any measure of attention, but the woman had a schedule to keep and she had no patience for gutless morons. 
She pushed away from the speeder driver in front of her and slid off the vehicle, making sure her boots were heard hitting the ground. With the helmet on over the hood and the mask covering the lower half of her face, the only thing that set her apart from the others was her height. 
As she suspected, the movement set the others into motion. Now all she had to do was follow the others and blend in. 

Trailing close behind the speeder leads, Eryn kept her head down but her awareness up as she began helping load the cargo, studying the scene, making mental notes, looking for openings or things she might be able to use down the line. 

The rival crew caught her interest. She noted the way they rallied around the wounded captain, the stubborn steel in his words as he stood once more, the sharp, calculating gaze of the older one. Eryn knew a soldier when she saw one. She could almost see the calluses on his soul, the weight of what he’d  been through in the tension through his frame. The woman was the most intriguing, not much taller than Eryn herself, hair red as a laigrek’s eye. If Eryn hadn’t heard otherwise, she’d have assumed SHE was the leader of the group, commanding their back-up firepower with the unwavering diamond spine of someone who knew real power. But there was nothing…arrogant about it. If she was putting on a show, she was a damn good actor. 

She caught sight of at least two others, but she couldn’t get a decent look without craning her neck, and the last thing Eryn wanted to do was draw more attention. She was hoping they’d have to board the ship to collect everything, giving her time to find a spot to stow herself…

Eventually, when all was loaded and the exchange had ended, no one would be able to find the short new member of Abilene’s cronies. Not that anyone was looking. She’d done a decent job of making herself forgettable. But the speeder crew would be short one grimey lackey, and nobody on that blasted rock would give a bantha’s ass about it…