[i]Rebellion in Repose...[/i]

Echo's eyes fluttered slightly as she slowly woke up. She wasn't sure where the phrase came from - some snippet of a half remembered dream, perhaps - but her first thought on waking was that it would make a badass name for a new song. She smiled slightly to herself. Inspiration strikes at odd moments, after all. 

A massive yawn broke her train of thought, and the Amani realized that she was all but face down in her pillow as she got a mouthful of the smooth material. Snorting and hacking a bit, Echo forced herself to roll over, unkinking wiry limbs that had been twisted into seemingly uncomfortable positions over the course of one hell of a deep sleep. Wincing at the stiffness of her neck, she turned bleary blue eyes to the chrono at the side of her bed, taking in the time and happily realizing that she wasn't scheduled to be anywhere for a good hour and a half. 

That lasted for all of two seconds before Echo blinked away the sleep and read the time piece [i]correctly[/i] and realized that she actually had only thirty minutes. 

"Oh fuck!" She lurched up with a squawk and fumbled her way past the guitar she'd fallen asleep plucking at and tumbled headlong out of bed and onto the floor. "Motherfucker..." Snarling she shoved herself into a standing position and struggled out of her t-shirt and towards the shower. A short trail of doffed clothing and curses quickly appeared to show the path between her bed and the bathroom, and soon Echo was immersed in a scalding spray of water.

By the time she made it back into her living area, Echo was far more awake and in a much better mood. She wasn't scheduled for any particular duty, no requests on her plate to take care of, which meant she would have the chance to work on some ides and projects of her own that didn't involve fixing things other people broke. In particular she was keen to start working on a plan she'd come up with to improve the output of the Destriers' engines and maneuverability. They were work horse ships, to be certain, and not made for speed and agility. With a little tinkering and a healthy dose of Echo Olveira Genius (TM), the life long spacer was convinced that she could give them a bit more oomph when it came to getting in and out of dangerous spots. 

Washed, awake, and bright blue hair brushed into submission, Echo nimbly dodged over the remnants of last night's clothes and commenced the assault on her closet. Flame motif underwear, check. Black bra, check. Black cargo pants, check. White tank top with neon red skull and crossbones on the front, check. Black suspenders hanging loose at her sides, check. Black work boots with random drawings in silver ink, check. Array of leather and steel wristbands on her right arm, check. Super useful and difficult to break chrono on her left arm, check. Looking like a fucking bad ass boss, check.

Time to go kick some ass. 

A hasty sandwich made from the leftovers of last night's dinner in hand and her black tool bag slung across her chest, Echo grabbed up her data slate and ear piece, shoving the former into a pocket and the latter into her left ear. A last look around the room to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything pressing and she was off and bouncing through the door. 

"Play List: Riot's Requiem."  Growling, breakneck speed music immediately began playing through her ear piece as Echo set off down the corridor, and for a moment, at least, all was right with the world.