Osiris took off his headband as Khrelan was goin through a dream scene where he'd be repeatedly blown up while in the cockpit. The wave of abject horror and danger crashed over him and jolted him awake with a start, almost making him fall off his chair.
But it was as if that dreadful sensation of danger had followed him from his dream. It was as if the ship was something made out of paper, waiting to be crushed or torn apart, killing them all.
His claws extended and he raked them on the table as he got up, leaving a nasty scratch on the flat surface.
He felt as if someone had shoved his conscious mind aside, making him act as an animal. His mind was trying to wrest control back, but at most he managed to stop himself from doing something really stupid at the meeting table. He just stood there, twitching and making angry faces, but never really lunging at anyone.
And then, just like that, Osiris put his headband back and the feeling simply disappeared. He slumped back on his chair trying to clear all of that crap from his head...
"But.." She said, obviously having some second thoughts while she asked the question. "How do we" She made a gesture towards all the different races besides the Ki'Jan. "Notice your 'Anti-Psionic' ability? We do not even have normal Psionics."
"Adding to that, how do we fight against or resist whatever was that ..." said Khrelan to Osiris, " ...that you unleashed on us just now? I mean, if we're going to eventually go up against something like that during our mission, how do we keep ourselves from going into a rout?"