Deck-plating rattled, sending any unsecured articles bouncing around like one of those vibrating football games. The roar of the main boosters and their liquid fuel propellant tore through the ship permeating to the bone. There is no possible way to explain the magnitude of the sound and its completeness. With throbbing music at least you knew where to go in order to avoid it, but it's potency (while muffled to the point of no longer damaging to hearing) drowned out all other noise simply through the massive shock-waves in air-compression. Nor, could it be avoided, EVERYTHING was emanating the exact same resonance because EVERYTHING was shaken by the powerful chemical reaction.

The electro-static ionization plating suddenly altered polarity in order to counter the rapid fluctuations in inertia. It was fantastic at its job, if that job was making everyone space sick. Fortunately waking from cryo-freeze was not exactly something that allowed someone to down a quarter-pounder and a face-full of fries. The simple sugars of the cake and its airy content was already well past the duadinums of those who had eaten it, and impossible to expel in the way the gravity system insisted should happen.

Just as soon as it started, it was over with Tahlia mumbling something over the intercom. Echo didn't seem to make much sense of it, still clutching her chest and fighting back an acidic burp both of which seemed to come out of nowhere. Frantically she looked around, half expecting to see if the ceiling was going to fall on top of her. While the Montigawitzes had frequented the posh Starline Hilton with luxury and prices out of this world, and she had taken a number of Virgin Galactic flights for intercontinental travel, and she was no stranger to a spaceport... this was the first time she had encountered something designed for power instead of comfort. It would be like living your live driving luxury cars and suddenly sitting behind the wheel of an old gas guzzling muscle car that was designed to be as loud and macho as possible. At first she thought Tahlia was just being some sort of show-off or a knucklehead pushing the equipment to their limits. However it didn't seem to fit very well.

At first she started looking for seat-belts only to discover that there was an emergency seat in each crew quarter, in the hall, and just about every seat came with a 5 point harness. Of course, each of these were cleverly designed to avoid the whole "just in case you are going to be thrown around the interior of the ship" feel that was just a no-go for the feng sue. She hurried to the cockpit, or rather stopped abruptly not really knowing where it was. There seemed to be dozens of doors everywhere now that she looked. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure if this was a single floored craft. She really hadn't had the opportunity or curiosity to even check. In all actuality there could be a hundred more floors above and below her, and she could never know. The only view was through the one porthole and strangely enough it was not on the end of a tube that looked back on the ship.

She proceeded to the living quarters, then to the kitchen the whole while glancing around to see hatches and doors many of which could hold a room to another room or even an access ladder. However, her search seemed stupid when she walked right past it seeing a massive cockpit and a field of stars all around that was obvious and easy access. It held security doors and what could be some sort of escape pod outside of the area. There she entered, not entirely sure she wanted to make small talk as she entered to see for herself exactly what her team-mate was up to. As the classic introvert... she didn't really say anything other than a "what" so as to not scare the crap out of the highly trained soldier.