The Hyperion wasn't the only ship orbiting the planet. A large mining ship named the viking would probably show up on their scanners, although it was all legit should they go through the process of checking it out, registered to a large mining corporation back on Earth. What they might not realise however, was just how easy it was to bribe your way onto one of those things.
Down in the hanger, a somewhat small and beat-up dropship was being fueled. It was just about big enough to carry five, including the pilot, and a small amount of weapons and equipment. Several people in the uniform of the mining ship were stood around it to supervise the fueling process, while infront of it stood a woman in battered black and grey armour, holding her helmet in her hand, leaving her pretty face exposed and long brown curls of hair free to tumble to her waist.
"You're sure she's on there? Those aren't the kind of people you want to mess with for no reason", said a guy next to her in ship's uniform. The young woman smirked, "My source is never wrong", she murmured. "You just worry about letting me know when they drop, got it?".