Sel's words were encouraging to say the least and Rayland agreed with most of her diagnosing suggestions. Though in terms of favorite beverage, Rayland's selection were sadly and heavily leaning into the more alcoholic side of things. He was sure liqueur was not a medical recommendation in this case, especially in his position.  

"Sounds good Sel." Rayland kindly replied, "I'll be sure to keep them posted once we get further orders. See ya around."

With a friendly wave to his Vexi doctor, Rayland walked out as the sliding doors retracting before him and soon closing as he stepped out. The whole situation as it stood wasn't going to change anytime soon and he would have to accept that for the time being. Sel'Varok's counsel however did prove somewhat enlightening and succeed in at least calming his nerves with her logic in mind. Satisfied with the meeting, Rayland walked off towards the bridge to which he was sure Towan would ambush him like always and give a report on the present condition; the present condition being pretty much nothing more than likely.

On his way to the bridge, Rayland couldn't help but feel cold all of a sudden. An odd feeling indeed as he could see the local corridor had not frosted over nor could he see his own breath as cooling vapor. Outside no doubt it was freezing but there was relatively no reason for the ship to feel this way unless environmental control sector wasn't doing its job and such errors were rare and quickly reported. Rayland tried to pay no mind for the odd temperature change and thought it off as his own quirky reaction to the current temperature at that.

Turning a corner that lead straight to the bridge, Rayland promptly stopped in place with eyes widening and unflinching. Across the other end of the corridor was the same shadowy entity as before, its appearance contracting the reality of the environment around it. The ebony figure casted no shadows from the lights from the floor and the ceiling. The holo-projectors that normally illuminated over those that walked by denied the entity the same service. This was probably just as Sel had mentioned; an illusion of a stressed mind. A ghost. A hallucination.

With a sighed in annoyance , Rayland buried his face into his left hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was quite noticeable he was not in the mood for any of this. Plus someone could be watching and that would have made things all the more awkward.

"Its not real..." he said to himself, "Not real at all just a figment of your..."

Rayland failed to complete his self encouragement as he looked up after blinking and rubbing his eyes several times, only to see the entity was not only still there, it was now only a few feet in front of him and casting a noticeable shadow around the corridor in which stood in. All logic regarding this ordeal had landed on its head; the illusion persisted despite his attempts in rekindling his place in reality. Something was not right and his body and senses knew it; what appeared to have been a phantom created from his imagination now seemed blatantly real. Adrenaline quickly spiked throughout his entire system as he ripped his Sub-Repeater our from it's holster and quickly took aim, the weapon giving off a electronic whine as it activated.

However it became apparent that life was now simply toying with him as the moment his aim landed right on the head of the figure before him, the dark profile had completely vanished. Rayland's firearm remained firmly in place without a target while his eyes frantically scouring the scene, trying to find where the entity had gone. But nothing was there. Just like last time, it was gone as soon as it came.  

Just as he was about to slowly but cautiously lower his weapon, the doors to the bridge suddenly retracted, revealing a young female officer stepping out into the hallway. The navigation officer soon froze into place as soon as she deduced the the Captain's posture the weapon he held and pointed right at her. Unsurprisingly, the young woman began to tremble as if sensing her life was becoming increasingly in danger at that very moment. Quick inducing fear gripped her, causing the officer to accidentally lose grip of her data slab as it fell onto the floor; it appeared she wan't too used to firearms being deployed, especially when said firearms were pointed at her.

"C-Captain...?" she uneasily spoke while quivering, raising her arms above her head,"Is s-something wrong?"

It was then Rayland was quickly realizing was now going on and lowered his Sub-Repeater calmly as he could, visually showing the young officer his nonthreatening intentions. "I...I'm sorry about that Kate...I thought..." 

[i]So much for making things [b]not[/b] awkward...[/i]

Kathleen McCloud, or simply Kate as she was usually known by, reached down and picked up her slab, showing less fear and slowly more concern. "Captain...A-are you feeling alright...?"

Rayland simply stared at her for a brief moment, processing what Kate had just said to him; [i]are you feeling alright[/i]? Clearly that was no longer the case anymore. He basically had a gun pointed at his own crew member for crying out loud! "No...No I don't believe I am. Excuse me for my utmost rudeness, Officer McCloud. As you were."

With line now in the air, Rayland turned the opposite direction and almost stormed out of the hallway, leaving an even more concerned and confused navigation officer behind to contemplate what had just happened. Anger and frustration now gripped the Captain, feeling guilty of what he had done and even more annoyed by the possibility that he was nearing the verge of insanity, or so would some of the crew of the Infamous Alto would say if word got out; he wouldn't blame them if it did. But was he was more furious about perhaps the most was that he was being messed with intentionally. Rayland wasn't a stranger of seeing things that weren't there; he worked a stressful job and downed more than enough alcohol to quench his thirst and sorrows and was bound to see something amiss. But this time, it was different. Far different. The incident in the corridor had provided a new element to this new case of hallucinating; legitimate realism.

The encounter with the entity appeared life-like somehow despite the factors he was able to identify with before had had a good reason to draw his weapon. It was almost as if his mind had honestly believed the figure was truly standing before him. The sudden shadows within the corridor, the increasing air pressure, the awareness of another life form in front of him...Rayland was able to deduce one possible cause to this dilema; telepathy and a meaner variation at that. Though being psionically capable himself, it was not up to that equivalent degree, however he was still much more sensitive to the evolving mind than anything else really. The claim made the most sense here but he would have to prove its validity as anything he had to say right now was more than likely to be flung out of the nearest airlock along with his position. 

There was a wrong he had to re-write and he would need the right equipment to get the job done...