The interrogator at first, looked like he was about to call for security at Valrin's sudden intrusion, but as the Knight Scion began to speak onward, the officer's face started to slack into a dazed, empty look, his eyes losing focus, awareness clearly vacating his headspace. It was an uncomfortable amount of time before the light came back to the interrogator's eyes and he began to speak in response to the intruder.
"I... I... I suppose you are right... A hazard that spreads through simply knowing about it is best counteracted by having nobody know about it after all... Ngh..."
The interrogator holds the bridge of his nose and squints as if in pain. Then to his surprise, he found that there was blood starting to drip from his nostrils, staining his once-immaculate uniform.
"W-what the...? This never happened to me before, I should get this looked up."
Meanwhile, outside the Tempestus Scion who had talked to Daniel earlier tried his hardest to hide the shit-eating grin that had formed on his face after seeing Valrin's telepathic abilities wreak havoc on the unprepared Ceran guards, rendering them little more than flesh-statues, standing around with absolutely no awareness of the outside world as the other crewmen of the Mercury began to mill about the hallway, stretching their legs now that there was nobody to bother them and for one young crewmate, started waving his hand across one of the guard's faces in a childish attempt to get a reaction out of him, naturally failing to break through Valrin's suggestion.
"Psykers, can't live without 'em..."
As the door thudded on the ground, Daniel wheeled around to see Valrin barging in. Of all the things he expected to happen during this little interview, this was definitely not one of them. Just what did Valrin think he was doing?
"Valrin, what the fu-"
He began to speak, ignoring Daniel overall. The AF pilot just stared aghast at what was happening, almost transfixed by this audacity in display. It was similar to how one would react to a traincrash in slow motion, with every vivid detail made apparent.
Daniel turned to look at the interrogator, as puzzled as he was by what happened. The AF pilot then turned back to Valrin and stood up.
"What the hell is this? What did you even do? First you nearly made the situation blow up in the hangar, now whatever this is?!"
Valrin strode out of the room beside his fellow. At the statement leveled, He then about faced to address Daniel directly.
"I was not wrong in saying you lacked Legal testimony. Even in such events, for this level of civilization they didn't even bother citing any laws to postpone any rights. Even my most Puritan peers scream their transgressions and laws the accused is being charged with. Also I was honest in saying they were rude. Furthermore I was not wrong in saying even the knowledge of such beings is dangerous even existing. Thankfully the officer was... pliable to reason. So were the rest of these fine gentlemen"
Valrin then spread his hands to indicate the Guards around them, each lost in their own little worlds.
An epiphany stuck Valrin. If Ceran hospitality tracked, might as well try and make as much of a impact as possible. Barbarians. Also the physical destruction needed an explanation, or else some people may become suspicious and too many questions would be asked.
But these were Military Men, even if at such a low standard, there were still universal activities that may be a better cover for such damage.
Valrin backtracked quickly into the room, to the disoriented Officer. Quickly searching his pockets, Valrin found the officers wallet. Holding it to to officer's Valrin addressed him once more:
"Your wallet feels heavy, and your men look thirsty. As an officer its your duty to ensure the good standing and morale of your men, Thus after submitting your report thus with the recommendation to our assignment post haste, and stalling any janitorial or maintenance inspection of this wing for the next day, its only right you repay their efforts.. With how good of a job they did escorting and playing hospice to us, the guards down the hall and in the surrounding areas deserve several rounds all on your generosity. Then bring the party later into this corridor, let everyone get some steam out. Joygirls, fighting, drinking, whatever to destress adequately, and provide this hallway and these rooms some true character. We can escort ourselves back to our assigned ship, and security need not be assigned. We've been perfect guests, and you're a gracious host after all."
With his will pushing in once again, Valrin also sent the suggestion in a wave back to the guards as well. He sweared of all his psychic feats thus far this was the easiest. It seemed these men required very little push to be convinced to forget their current duties and enjoy some fine Amsec and entertainment at the insistince and tab of their commander.
After that wave, Valrin turned back to Daniel and allowed only the crew and his fellows to hear this next part. The guards need not. "After a lovely inspection of this base I've determined such soliders deserve to be where they truly belong. At the bottom of a glass and not annoying us. Don't worry I'm confident they can make enough of a mess to cover up anything suspect, or at least cast any of our actions into uncertainty."