De-synchronization was something that the mind could never get used to; it was like a reversing flood of thoughts and memories as the brain pulls away from the strands of virtual cognition that tied it to the Cyberverse. Though brief as it was, the resurge of old and new information however felt like it could last another lifetime until the mind reconnected back to the real world. The worst part of course of the brain then trying to re-wire its many functions back into the place so the body may behave correctly. This normally afflicted the sense which would eventually be corrected though the lasting effects varied.

Just when the de-sync completed, Rayland moved his hands to his face, groaning as felt the light of the bridge pierce through his eyelids. With a free hand, he managed to disconnect the wire from the back of his neck as it withdrew coiled back into his seat. As he continued to force his eyes into acceptance, Rayland quickly began to realize that he still could not feel his legs since the meeting
 
With forced curiosity, Rayland bended forward and pulled to his hand away from his sight, finding someone’s luggage was place on his thighs and kept there for the past several minutes. He came to a pause upon this strange discovery but quickly did he find the culprit and the newcomber along with Towan staring at him, as if awaiting his next action or command.

“…I see you’ve came quite prepared Sel…” sighed Rayland.

[color=00aeef][i][b]“Your tasks aboard the Infamous Alto, ADI Mark V, will be the general maintaining of the vessel’s facilities and primary systems…”[/b][/i][/color] Continued Towan after Rayland blurted into the conversation. [color=00aeef][i][b]“…And a position in the Galley. Based on your skill assets, you’ll make a fine addition to the facility.”[/b][/i][/color]