Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Snow Queen, and "Star Wars". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Hans Christian Andersen, George Lucas, and Disney. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
Inspiration for Fanfic: "Star Wars" fan film, "Han Solo: A Smuggler's Trade", especially for Chapter 1. More references and inspiration to come. Enjoy! :)
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Welcome to the first part of my fanfiction mini-trilogy, Roger and the Shadow People, part of my Origin Series and my Long Series. :)
This time, we have a new OMC Roger, Frodo Baggins' lookalike, as well as a new fanfic trilogy that doesn't have a previous drafted version, except the one I'm working on now. So, lots of excitement heading our way. :)
Enjoy! :)
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The last thing Parker Dooley remembered, before the sackcloth was taken off his head, was seeing the Portal Realm in all its bliss and wonder. That was before he stowed away on a grey ship, leaving for the Galaxy Far, Far Away, heading for the planet Makeb, where some bounty hunters hoped to smuggle some silver bars off-world.
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Parker was a one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old dragonoid with a thin, muscular frame, as well as a humanoid, lizard-like body and a dragon-like head. His scales were smooth and light red. His snout was short with a tipped end pointed up towards the sky. His cat-like eyes were yellow and ancient, as if he already saw so many years of war, bloodshed, and turmoil.
His three-fingered frills, with their black tips at the ends of the frills, rested along the sides of his head, while his long, furry red ears sat between his frills and his pair of short, grey, wavy, and curvy horns, which sat on top his head. His black claws, which resembled fingernails and toenails, were slightly extended, due to him entering a fight scene he shouldn't have gotten into in the first place. As for his black spikes, they ran from his back all the way down to his medium-sized tail, which curled around his feet.
As Maranguan, he had red eyes with pinkish hues in the whites of his eyes, as well as burns, bruises, and long, jagged cuts all over his body, tail, head, and face. When he became good, the burns, bruises, and cuts faded, restoring his skin's natural clean surface. The whites in his eyes returned, as did his yellow irises. Only there was a twist: as he became good again, more himself again, swirling red mist resided in his yellow irises, reminding him of what he had become. When he became fully good and whole again, his yellow eyes returned to normal, but Parker feared Maranguan would return someday soon.
Parker tried so hard to contain Maranguan. It was practically the Sith Emperor Vitiate's fault for turning him evil. At the same time, Parker was led down the dark path for various reasons. He had been changed from his experiences. He became whole again, thanks to Anabeth, his human daughter-in-law, and her human mother Janet, Parker's sister-in-law, for finding the Ice Queen's icicle on their journey throughout the Four Seasons. It all came with a price, however. Just as Parker became whole again, Vitiate's Force Lightning powers killed Eliza Bowler-Dooley, Parker's human wife, and Janet.
Parker would thank Janet and Eliza for their efforts, but the loss devastated him. He knew dragonoids mated for life, but how he survived this long without going mad remained to be seen. Perhaps he would never know.
In his human-hobbit form, Parker resembled his descendant, the gentle-hobbit Frodo Baggins, along with Parker's brother-in-law Tobias—also a gentle-hobbit—and Parker's other descendants Terrence Dooley, Delphi, Dalpha, Andalis, and Andalas. In this human-hobbit form, Parker had bright blue eyes, pale skin, fair elvish features, short pointy ears, a cleft in the chin, and soft, thick, curly dark brown hair, resting on his head and the tops of his feet. So far, all of Parker's lookalikes had a part to play in the Time of the First World, the Time Before the First Age, the First Age, and the Second Age. Parker had yet to discover if he still had business in the Second Age, but at least he was going on solo missions by himself now.
As for his clothing, Parker wore a white shirt, a blue vest, blue pants, and black boots. He didn't know why he chose this clothing, but it seemed right. And since he ventured to the Galaxy Far, Far Away, he knew he could wear a cloak. He chose instead to wear his light blue cloak. It seemed the safest choice.
He just… didn't plan on meeting enemies.
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Whack!
Parker was smacked across the face by a purple gloved hand. It took him a few moments before registering what he just saw. He stared at the pale-skinned woman before him with her fair face, while donned in purple bounty hunter armor and a purple hat. It was Zam Wesell, who boarded the ship not long ago. At least, that's what Parker assumed when he met this bounty hunter.
"You're in deep trouble!" Zam said in fury. "Jango Fett will want to see you, and then I'll get paid."
"Jango? Fett?" Parker asked, staring at her in intrigue. He smiled at her, admitting cockily, "You don't need to do that. I'm sure my ride will come at any time." He waggled his eyebrows, hoping to impress her. "Come on. I'm sure we can make an arrangement."
Zam punched him in the face again, leaving Parker bruised.
"Okay. Maybe that wasn't the best strategy," Parker said, recovering.
Zam looked him over, impressed with how quickly the light red dragonoid recovered. Did he have healing powers? And yet, Parker winced. Zam smiled, guessing pain was something not easily recovered, but took time to heal.
"You're weak and naïve. Why did you become the hero everyone sought when you 'tried' to defeat the Emperor? Emperor Vitiate?" Zam asked, curiously. She clamped her hand on Parker's jaw, forcing him to look at her. "I bet you didn't even try to defeat him. Did you?" She released his jaw, snatching Parker's silver-hilted lightsaber away from him, observing the weapon in intrigue. "Interesting. A Jedi's weapon. However did you acquire such a thing?"
"I made it," Parker said, calmly. He looked at her, curious if she would ignite the weapon, observing the silver beam. "It won't work. It only works for me."
"Hmm. You possess an elegant weapon," Zam tossed Parker's lightsaber over to a massive green-skinned Gamorrean guard, who stared at the weapon in interest, while making pig sounds. Zam looked at Parker, who only stared in disappointment as his weapon was taken from him. "Clever, but not clever enough. You're no Jedi. You're not even Sith. Who are you?"
Parker closed his eyes. He couldn't contain Maranguan much longer. He screamed internally, feeling Maranguan come out. Parker's thoughts and his speech were still there. But Maranguan… was working with him?
Parker opened his eyes, the red in his irises returning with a yellow ring around the inner and outer part of the irises. He couldn't hide who he was anymore. He was both Maranguan and Parker Dooley now.
Zam looked at him in curiosity and confusion. Nervousness creeped across her face, as she asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Maranguan," Parker spoke in a deep resounding voice, with a hint of lightness to it. Maranguan wanted to take out the guards, but Parker couldn't stop him. The need to defeat his enemies overwhelmed him, and it felt good. It felt good to play both good and evil. Parker | Maranguan smiled, ready to take on his foes, "and you are about to pay."
He slammed his hands against the two Gamorrean thugs' stomachs, sending the Gamorreans collapsing on the ground in pain. Parker | Maranguan had such power when they worked together. Well, maybe Parker could use this to his advantage. He stretched forth his hand, allowing his lightsaber to come back to him. He ignited the silver beam, blocking Zam's blaster bolts as he charged at her. He turned off his lightsaber, putting it away, as he grabbed Zam's arm, pointing the blaster towards the ceiling. He smiled at her, the red switching to yellow, as soon as he started feeling good again.
He flipped Zam over, landing on top of her, long enough to kiss her. He smiled at her, encouraging her in his deep-light voice, "Now, don't look too glum. Maranguan is returning, and soon Parker Dooley will learn to fear me and to work together with me. Just wait and see." He looked up, the yellow returning fully to his eyes. Parker was back, with Maranguan still lingering inside of him.
Parker looked at Zam, telling her, "I'm sorry. I wish this didn't happen, but I need to go." He darted off in search of an escape pod. He found one, next to the other escape pods, still operational. He snuck inside one, closing the door behind him. Once the coordinates were punched in, Parker flew away, hoping that no more bounty hunters would show up.
He just hoped that Eliza wouldn't be too angry with him when he got back to the Portal Realm. If she was, then he was doomed.
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Thanks for reading. :)