SW Mafia: Transcension (Lynch #1)

The mysterious and introspective monk sat in its small room, contemplating the days events. All the furniture had been pushed to the sides of the wall, for they were nothing other then distractions, obsticals in the path towards understanding.

Still in the form of a human male, the body seemed simple and yet appropriate. The mood amoungst the others was hostile, to say the least, but their concerns and fears seemed so irrelevant to the whole sitution. True, someone had died, but had they forgotten the countless other beings that perished each moment. Trillions of which were sentient creatures, millions whom were killed unjustly or with evil intentions.

Knowing the master would want such a discovery to be carefully considered and inspected for spiritual significance, Brother had locked itself away in its room, ignoring the shouts and yells coming from the other room as a force of will.

When the mob, it could be called nothing else, knocked first once, then again harder at its door, it remained lost in contemplation. When the door was thrown open forcefully, it remained quiet and passive. When they started accusing it of the death of the young man killed earlier that day, often citing the monk's distance and apparent acceptance of the loss as proof of its invovlement, it still didn't move. Finally, when proclaiming their intentions, in the name of their survival and the good of the galaxy, did Brother open its, currently hazel, eyes.

"I know not why you claim myself to be surrounded by this 'Darkness' or 'Evil' you refer to. I have been utilizing the time I have been given and the experience I have witnessed as focal points on the path to higher understanding. In doing so, I find it ironic and somewhat meaningful that that which you claim is evil has only made you yourselves moreso."

Some looked confuzed, others angered by the calm, steril approach it maintained. But still it answered shouts with a serenity and calmness.

"STOP DECEIVING US WITH YOUR LIES AND FALSEHOODS, YOU UTILIZE FEAR, AN AGENT OF THE DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE!"

It smiled then, only slightly, as if at some personal joke. "The Force you speak of is not the real Force. Instead it is a conception you have placed upon it. True, it follows certain behaviors and your simple labels can sometimes fit those patterns, but so too could a boulder be considered a planet, from the perspective of an ant."

It's face then looked profoundly sad, "Do not deny what you have come here to do is end my life. You only try and make excuses so that you yourselves can feel more secure in your decision. I will not stop you, perhaps one day you can take my death and use it for your own enlightenment."

Some paused at this, but most just became more angered. Someone lashed out, backhanding the creature and sending it sprawling. The next minutes were bloody and violent but as the life escaped the creature known only as Brother, a quiet tension filled the air. The mob left the body lying in the center of the room, but the peace that once filled the space was now destroyed, replaced by the bitterness of hatred.