Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and "Star Wars". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, George Lucas, and Disney. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the last part of my Rogue Warriors trilogy, part of my Before the First Age Anthology. :) This isn't the end of my Origin Series, but after this story, we are heading into the last tetralogy for my Before the First Age Anthology.

This fanfic picks up where my other fanfic, The Dark Dragonoid, left off, as well as during my other fanfic, The Renegade Alliance. This story will focus on Parker and Eliza Dooley's son, Maxin.

Without further ado, I present Maxin: Pilot of the Galaxies.

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Rose Park Academy for Humans and Dragonoids was the most prestigious school in all of Dragon's Hallow. Its brown brick walls were visible amidst the beige walls and thatched houses strewn throughout the village. So why did Maxin Dooley, son of Parker and Eliza Dooley, feel like he wanted more? The feeling of owning his first starship was right in his grasp. This was to be the day he would get one!

The day when he would own his first ship and fly away from the Seven Realms, even from the Land of Dragons, which was in the Seven Realms. He wanted that more than anything! So, why was he still sitting in his bedroom, inside his parents' house, simply waiting until it was time to leave?

Maxin, for a nineteen-year-old man, had short blond hair, bright blue eyes, and fair features. Some would say he was rugged in appearance but bold in heart. He'd grown out of his reckless and clumsy stage. Well, he was still reckless, but not nearly as clumsy as he used to be. The clothes he donned on for today were his academy uniform, which consisted of a blue and gold jacket with gold buttons, a white dress shirt, blue-gold pants, and black shoes.

He looked himself in the mirror one last time, deciding that he was well enough to travel. He left the room, checking on his mother's bedroom to find her dressed in a black dress and black high heels. His human mother, Eliza Bowler-Dooley, had a thin frame, green eyes, that reminded Maxin's red dragonoid dad, Parker Dooley, of emeralds, fair features, and pale skin. She had a small nose, locks of curly brunette hair, with grey strands sticking out in places, and a cleft in her chin.

It had only been two weeks since Maxin's father disappeared from the Land of Dragons. No one had seen him since. So, it was a surprise when, on Maxin's graduation day, that Parker didn't show up at all. Maxin sighed, wondering when his father would ever attend anything that he wanted to do again.

"Don't blame your father too harshly, Maxin," Eliza said, checking her son's attire. "It's not his fault. He turned evil and now he's neutral. You must understand that!"

"He should come to my graduation," Maxin said, stubborn. He turned to a window, examining the outside world. He still couldn't believe how different his bedroom and his mother's bedroom were now that his father was gone.

Grey carpet could be found throughout the house. While both Maxin's room and his parents' bedroom had a four-poster beds, Maxin wound up with the full-sized bed, lined with red curtains, draped around the bed. Maxin's room, all along the grey-painted walls, were aviation posters. Some drawings Maxin did also lined the walls, making his bedroom unique amongst the rest of the house. His parents had the usual furniture in the room, including a writing desk. Their grey-painted walls were just plain, with a few paintings here and there on the dragonoids, as well as the history of the First World. A few pictures showed Maxin with his parents. Those would be the fondest memories he and his mother had, now that Maxin's father had disappeared.

Maxin hardly felt right knowing his father was out there and that he was missing his son's graduation day. How could his father do this to him?

Maxin shook his head. "He should be here! But he's not! I miss the old dragonoid, but I know he won't come back until we find him."

"I know," Eliza said, curtly. She smiled, intrigued, "Just think about it: after graduation is over, and you have your ship, you can assist us with the Renegade Alliance! The base is currently being built. I'm sure you'll be a great asset to the cause!"

"Mother," Maxin said, firmly, "after graduation is over, I want to travel and find a crew, as well as a co-pilot. Even if I do find my dad, it won't be the same. He'll miss the most important day in his son's life. My graduation." He shook his head. "I should have known it wasn't a coincidence. How can I forgive him?"

"You'll find a way to do so," Eliza said, smiling. "You forgave him two weeks ago."

"That was before I knew I would graduate. Now…" Maxin gave it some thought, "…now I just want to find him, to tell him, to show him pictures of my graduation, see what he missed! I don't want to be mad at him, but this is too complicated! Grr! Why did it have to be this way?" He looked out the window again in frustration. Nothing he did was helping. He needed some air. Maybe if he calmed down, things would be better. At least, that's what he hoped for.

"Come on. It's time," Eliza said, leading her son out of the bedroom and down the wooden stairs. She hoped he would feel better once they got to the academy. She hoped it, at least. If there was one thing she knew about this day, it wouldn't be the only important event in her son's life. He'd find a way to move on from this separation from his father, wouldn't he?

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The auditorium inside Rose Park Academy was huge. There was wood-paneled walls and floors, where rows upon rows of black cushioned chairs sat before the stage, which was a giant platform with a few stairs leading up and down it. It was here that Maxin sat next to his friends in the middle row, alongside his other classmates. His legs shook. He was so nervous. Why was he nervous? Oh, because his dad was missing. Right.

He looked at where his mother sat, wondering how she was doing, how she was feeling. She must have been nervous, too. Maxin returned his gaze to the staff, dressed in their blue-gold uniforms, as they spoke to the crowd and to the students. At last, it was time for diplomas, upon which Maxin found his name called and where he was granted the piloting degree.

"Good luck, son," a tall reddish-orange dragonoid said, shaking Maxin's hand. The reddish-orange dragonoid pulled him in, whispering in his ear, "The Renegade Alliance needs you! Report to base when you're ready. We'll give you your first assignment."

"Right," Maxin said, realizing that maybe he was a part of his mother's rebellion against Vitiate after all. As he nodded to the crowd, just after the dragonoid released him, Maxin caught a glimpse of the golden-brown Lion named Aslan, bowing to him. Maxin walked down the stage, before approaching him. "You've heard word of my father? How's he doing?"

"He needs your help. He has turned neutral, but he needs you to help him seeing the light, see the good in life," Aslan said, concerned. "Make sure you come to the temporary base in two hours. I have an assignment of my own to give you. And you will need a ship."

"I thought I already got one," Maxin said, checking his diploma. No way! It didn't say when he'd get his ship! Just that he received his piloting degree. "How? How?"

"Meet me at the temporary base. We can discuss your ship and everything else as soon as possible. I promise. You will see your dad again," Aslan said, trying to calm him down.

"I hope you're right." Maxin said, closing his diploma. He wouldn't forget his father missed graduation. His graduation. He just hoped he could mend the bond between him and his father, before something else happened to them. Again.

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Thanks for reading. :)

References:

Vitiate comes from the "Star Wars" galaxy.