Taishari was practicing her control.<br/><br/>It wasn't the best idea, when hurtling through space in ship that amounted to metal plates in circuitry, but she wanted to improve before they reached their destination. She wasn't expecting a miracle but every spare moment, she put towards bettering her control.<br/><br/>As it was, she was sitting cross-legged on the cot she had picked, half a dozen empty food containers she had taken from the mess. She just had to lift them, one at a time and keep them at different heights - and that was it. It sounded so simple it had angered her when she had been told to practice her control like that, but she realised quickly it was not so simple. It was hard to keep from crushing the hollow cylinders, the force feeding from her dark emotions, difficult to moderate and contain to a steady flow.<br/><br/>One lifted and hung in the air. Anger prickled under her golden skin, the dark side whispering through her mind, seductive and tempting her to just use a little more, to let more of her rage feed it, but she flicked her eyes from the now still container to the next, stirring her ire a little more to lift it and make it stay up, several inches higher than the first.<br/><br/>Her gaze flicked to a third and tried to pick it up, but stopped when she noticed the other two containers had started to lift higher. It sent a ripple of frustration through her, and the metal groaned as it was squeezed. Her lip rose off her teeth, holding her breath until the sound quietened. Carefully, she tried to lift the third can again, succeeding.<br/><br/>Her blood was hot now, her heat pumping with excited intent to kill, her eyes narrowed with focused emotion. Her black eyes moved over the floating bits of rubbish, a metal whine sounding as her power surged, though this time she was quicker to suppress it. She looked forwards to trying this with something alive. Screams of pain were infinitival more satisfying than the groans of misshapen metal.