Taishari's savage grin faltered as Tatin forced her blast to divert, his own ability creating a protective bubble. She might have tried to break it had they not been interrupted.<br/><br/>"Cease."<br/><br/>It broke through Taishari's attention, her dark-eyed gaze snapping from the man she had almost killed to the woman in the doorway. Seeing the Sith master was more effective than a bucket of ice water thrown over her. The gold in her skin faded to an odd yellowed-silver shade as fear cascaded through her. The Dark Side fed fed on it, spiking before she could exert control. She looked down, her breath hitching and sweat beading across her brow and she strained to do nothing with the welling power at her command.<br/><br/>It was a difficult, straining few moments, but she overcame her instincts to try and destroy what was more powerful. She would have no chance at winning against a master, and she ran the risk of damaging the hull if she let loose, which would leave them all as space debris.<br/><br/>Her colour returned slowly, and her hand lifted to cover her mouth, gaze not lifting from the floor as she collected herself and tried to sooth her turbulent emotions.