2.2 - Heyop

Heyop stumbles backwards looking at Urik... No not Urik. Like Dagger it looked like his friend but definitely wasn't acting like it.

Heyop searches his pack for a stimpak, "There's worse ways to go... I should have been dead a few times over already. At least it's quiet here and no animals will be dragging my corpse around for food or fun." Heyop admits eyeing Urik2 "So you're probably not Urik, he's be more moody and angry about well... everything I figure." trying to choke down the fear in his voice wondering what he would have told the others if Urik had actually died. "So do I need to use this on you or not... are you actually even hurt? Actually who the hell are you really?"

Heyop sighs rubbing his temple with his free hand before stowing his rope. Once everything in his kit is stowed he looks around for a rock to sit on and meditate on that.

"Too bad the real Urik isn't that Sagely..." Heyop jokes to himself.

The cave falls silent soon besides the sound of Heyop's breathing which slows over time as he calms and centers himself. Reaching out with the force and his latent ability to project emotions he pushes out the turmoil of mixed emotions he's been through since they touched down on planet. Snippets of scents, sights, and sounds filtered into emotions flood out searching out the others. Feelings of worry when they were split, fearful each time he saw one of them in danger in his own trails, anger that they tested him by hurting his friends and calling them week, saddened by the thought he couldn't always protect everyone or help them. This emotion leaves a pit in his stomach remembering the battered Urik half dead staring back at him with eyes that had seen many deaths like his not the eyes of a young man full of confusion and hate trying to find himself and his identity.

He inhaled deeply before he pushed through all these things and the emotions and let them settle and accept it not deny them. They were apart of him and he accepted it. He pushed out finally a feeling of warmth... Faith... Hope... Faith in everyone's abilities, Dagger's uncanny luck and recklessness, Csillag's voice of reason and caution at times, Kaveri's hunter instinct and bloodlust, Urik's passion and his rage. They weren't a cohesive military unit, they weren't the Jedi the Holocrons at the Temple were use to. They were just people living their life and trying to do good a little at the time. They might stumble but they rarely lost their way. Heyop had forgotten that once they had split up. They weren't just hear to find crystals they were here for something more. What it was and the full impact it would have he wasn't sure. He had faith and knew they would accomplish what they needed to all the small things and worries wouldn't be ignores but they should fixate on them.

Heyop opened his eyes slowly and stood shouldering his pack. Recharged spiritual he didn't have any delusions things would be any easier but there were things they had to do, things he had to do.

"Time to get to work..." Heyop stated aloud to the group unseen and to himself in a way as he looked for a new path to forge forward towards the goal and the others.

Heyop looked around the area, it was different than the rest. Looking to Cap he shrugged his arms going behind his neck as he stretched, "Well we've tried that already twice and it didn't go so well, it's kind of my knee jerk reaction though so I guess now will be a chance to try something different." Heyop commented rubbing his chin with the palm of his hand. He realized he needed to shave.

"So I've been looking around and immediately see someone in danger and I go to defend them. And I fail to save them. You constantly stated them to be weak and in truth I've probably been thinking the same for some time, that's why I rush to 'save them'. But in truth do they really need saving from you? By me? If they were really helpless wouldn't I be finding them stuck trying to stick their hand in a crevice or on the ground in a heap from tripping over their own feet and such? Are you really just trying to get me to start looking at the big picture maybe? What's really going on instead of falling into a normal routine of being a soldier where I look for enemies to kill and objectives to be taken, disabled, or destroyed? My friends aren't me and I'm not them but I guess in the end I think they'll be alright... Now I think I should probably try and look at the big picture now and figure out what's really going on here." Heyop theorized before hooking the glowrod to his padded vest and putting both his hands out empty with his palms out.

"And you seem to be just as surly as my old drill sergeant to be honest." Heyop counters.

Wait... is he staring at me without blinking? Is he smirking? Heyop thought to himself.

"Uh so you don't really like to do small talk and I don't reall do a good job of it. I don't think I'm suppose to resort to violence... so you uh... Want to make a deal?" Heyop finally stammers after a long awkward silence with a shrug and attempts to smile.

"In that case let the lady up and on her way. She has better things to do than deal with you." Heyop states, "We all die eventually Inquisitor. I wonder though do you fear it?"