This is the last chapter for this story.
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Parker returned to his ship, feeling like there was something more about the Eldest Rakata than he was letting on. What were those creatures that were part of the Force? Who were living in this galaxy? The Whills. That was it! The Whills! But was the Eldest Rakata one of the Whills?
He shook his head. Surely, the answer would come to him in due time. For now, he boarded his ship, watching Qua'ra join him in the cockpit. He sighed, reclining in his chair, thinking about how the Eldest Rakata surprised him, knowing everything about him and Qua'ra. Perhaps there was more to Qua'ra's past than she was letting on.
What did it matter? That was in the past. They should focus on the present!
"Parker," Qua'ra said, solemnly. "I'm sorry for not telling you about my father. He died protecting my mother, me, and my sister Kat'ka. He was a hero that day. His sacrifice will be remembered. I haven't forgotten about him and I don't think I ever will."
"Who was your father?" Parker asked, curious.
"I don't know what to tell you," Qua'ra said, concerned.
"You can tell me. Who was he?" Parker asked, curiosity reaching his heart.
"My father was one of the Whills," Qua'ra said, casually.
"What?" The thought didn't sink in until a moment later. That made no sense! "But how?"
"When Morpheus created my mother, Helen the Shapeshifter, Helen fell in love with one of the Shamans of the Whills. They gave birth to me and my sister. My father, the Shaman, hated the idea that all three of us were shapeshifters. So, he banished us to this galaxy, praying for the day when he might come back." Qua'ra said, truthful. "I doubt he will. He died when the First World was destroyed. I just hope the other Whills didn't take him away. That Shaman might be on our trail now."
"I believe you," Parker said, curtly.
"You do?" Qua'ra asked. She admitted, "I mean, what happened in that building was so strange. It was like that Eldest Rakata was my father, just in a different form." She trembled, unsure what to do.
Parker sighed. He knew he had to do something, but what? "Hey, calm down." He placed a hand on her left arm. "We'll find your father." He said, calmly. "I promise we will."
"Thank you," Qua'ra said with a smile. "You're such a good dragonoid."
"Um…" Parker checked his pale human-hobbit skin. He smiled. "Actually, I think I'll stay in this form for a while. Let's go home." He said, prepping up the ship for takeoff. He looked at Qua'ra with encouragement and hope. If there was a way to resolve her family issues, he would see to it that she made it through this all right. For the Shadow Empire. For all things good in the universe.
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That's it for the second part of my fanfiction mini-trilogy, The Maranguan Chronicles. :)
Thanks everyone for taking time out of your busy schedules to read this fanfic until the end. It is much appreciated. :)
The final part in this mini-trilogy will conclude the events in Parker and Qua'ra's lives, but it won't conclude my Origin Series. We've still got a long way to go through my Long Series. Hopefully, some things will wrap up in the conclusion of this fanfiction trilogy. :)
Thanks for reading. :) I'll see everyone in the next story. Bye! :)
Aria Breuer