Coman Mereel's Profile »
Background Part 2
3 years and several bounties later Coman Mereel finds himself in a bar on Corellia? He?s hunting a bounty and not in his normal Beskar?gam, not disguised either but no one really knows him as the bounty hunter? But he soon finds out that someone does recognize him?
Sitting in the bar eating his meal and drinking some strong Corellian Ale, Mereel?s favorite drink, while watching his target, an aged man approaches him?
?Your that fighter aren?t you? Coman? that?s your name, isn?t it?? said the old man?
Glancing over the man?s shoulder, Mereel checks his target and his activities? He?s at a table with company and paying any notice to this table, to neither Mereel nor the visitor? He deduces that this is an unrelated visit?
?How do you know me?? asks Mereel.
?Oh I know you alright? ?, the old man begins. ?I used to watch you fight before you disappeared, you were a great fighter? Made me a lot of credits you did? a lot of credits?
Who would have thought you?d be so strong and so skilled? Your mother said you were tough even at your young age? but your determination? that was amazing to watch? you never gave up at anything??
The mention of his mother caught his attention? Mereel was close to his Mom? He loved his dad but when everything is said and done he never really knew him?
Mereel gestured to an empty chair, ?sit? You knew my mother??
?I did,? the old man replied. ?I did indeed? She was a wonderful lady?? His eyes glassed over as his mind drifts into another place? another time?
Mereel orders the old man a drink? He?s a likeable man Mereel thinks as he listens to him tell his story, at the same time periodically and very subtlety watching his target, who is joined by a couple provocatively dressed Twilek females? This is going to be a long night? His targets last night, let him enjoy it for now? Mereel continues to listen to the old man?
?I was once a smuggler, still like to think of myself as one, but I?m not as fast as I used to be? don?t get the jobs or make the money from smuggling as I once did? the competition is younger and the clients more ruthless and cut throat as they ever were in my day?
?Still have money though, more than most smugglers, thanks to you? Boy? you were good? It was almost like you couldn?t be beaten, even though you took a beating? I remember watching your first fight? 13 yrs old pitted against a seasoned fighter, by the Force, you were good? You never stopped every time he knocked you down you got back up and went after him? you were a bloody mess but strong and determined? your first fight and you first win? Amazing? it wasn?t your skill or strength, but your shear determination? simply amazing?
?Of course I recognized you? Right away I did? you hadn?t changed much since your fighting days? bigger?and older yes? but that face? just like your father, even more so now? except with your mother?s eyes and hair??
Unbelieving what he was hearing, ?Wait a parsec? hold on? you knew my father as well? Who are you? I barely even remember him? and here you come out of deep space bringing up ghosts from the past? why did you stop at my table, old man?
?when I recognized you after all these years,? the old smuggler continued, ?the memories came flooding back, taking me with them, to another time. Call it nostalgia, call it crazy ramblings of an old man, call it what ever you want? but when you get to be my age? if you get to be my age? you?ll understand? you?ll look back on your days and hold on to your memories? you?ll see? now where was I? oh yeah?
?I met your mother through your father long before you were born, I used to do some spice runs with him? and every now and then we would stop to see his wives and families? Your mother was his favorite and boy could she cook?
?we used to run ore from Mustafar to Apatos but made some side runs from Kessel? Good money if you had a fast ship and like working for the Hutts? And Corellia boasts the fastest freighters? Of course it is really all in the upgrades? In fact? I think I still have your fathers ship? let me see??
The old man pulls out a data pad and scrolls through the listings? a moment later with a satisfied look he says, ?Yup? sure do? Here it is? it?s at my junk yard on Ord Mantell? I made some investments with the money I made from your fights? smuggling doesn?t last forever and the money was good but not that good??
?My fathers ship? He was a smuggler after all? I had heard rumors he was arrested? is he in a penal colony somewhere?? Mereel asked.
?Oh no, ? the old man replied, ?The Imps couldn?t catch him? not even once? never really suspected either? he looked very respectable with the ore runs??
?He?s still alive then?? Mereel asked.
A bit saddened the old smuggler replies, ?I don?t know son? Strangest thing the le day he left was, he gave me the title to his ship and said he had something to tend to? Never heard from him or seen him since?
?Tell you what? why don?t you take the ship? it?s not much and it has been through a lot but it flies true? take these authorization codes with you? Just tell them old Willy said it was alright? I?ll comm ahead tomorrow and straighten it out? the HKW 290 needs a bit of work but she flies, boy does she fly??
Sitting in the bar eating his meal and drinking some strong Corellian Ale, Mereel?s favorite drink, while watching his target, an aged man approaches him?
?Your that fighter aren?t you? Coman? that?s your name, isn?t it?? said the old man?
Glancing over the man?s shoulder, Mereel checks his target and his activities? He?s at a table with company and paying any notice to this table, to neither Mereel nor the visitor? He deduces that this is an unrelated visit?
?How do you know me?? asks Mereel.
?Oh I know you alright? ?, the old man begins. ?I used to watch you fight before you disappeared, you were a great fighter? Made me a lot of credits you did? a lot of credits?
Who would have thought you?d be so strong and so skilled? Your mother said you were tough even at your young age? but your determination? that was amazing to watch? you never gave up at anything??
The mention of his mother caught his attention? Mereel was close to his Mom? He loved his dad but when everything is said and done he never really knew him?
Mereel gestured to an empty chair, ?sit? You knew my mother??
?I did,? the old man replied. ?I did indeed? She was a wonderful lady?? His eyes glassed over as his mind drifts into another place? another time?
Mereel orders the old man a drink? He?s a likeable man Mereel thinks as he listens to him tell his story, at the same time periodically and very subtlety watching his target, who is joined by a couple provocatively dressed Twilek females? This is going to be a long night? His targets last night, let him enjoy it for now? Mereel continues to listen to the old man?
?I was once a smuggler, still like to think of myself as one, but I?m not as fast as I used to be? don?t get the jobs or make the money from smuggling as I once did? the competition is younger and the clients more ruthless and cut throat as they ever were in my day?
?Still have money though, more than most smugglers, thanks to you? Boy? you were good? It was almost like you couldn?t be beaten, even though you took a beating? I remember watching your first fight? 13 yrs old pitted against a seasoned fighter, by the Force, you were good? You never stopped every time he knocked you down you got back up and went after him? you were a bloody mess but strong and determined? your first fight and you first win? Amazing? it wasn?t your skill or strength, but your shear determination? simply amazing?
?Of course I recognized you? Right away I did? you hadn?t changed much since your fighting days? bigger?and older yes? but that face? just like your father, even more so now? except with your mother?s eyes and hair??
Unbelieving what he was hearing, ?Wait a parsec? hold on? you knew my father as well? Who are you? I barely even remember him? and here you come out of deep space bringing up ghosts from the past? why did you stop at my table, old man?
?when I recognized you after all these years,? the old smuggler continued, ?the memories came flooding back, taking me with them, to another time. Call it nostalgia, call it crazy ramblings of an old man, call it what ever you want? but when you get to be my age? if you get to be my age? you?ll understand? you?ll look back on your days and hold on to your memories? you?ll see? now where was I? oh yeah?
?I met your mother through your father long before you were born, I used to do some spice runs with him? and every now and then we would stop to see his wives and families? Your mother was his favorite and boy could she cook?
?we used to run ore from Mustafar to Apatos but made some side runs from Kessel? Good money if you had a fast ship and like working for the Hutts? And Corellia boasts the fastest freighters? Of course it is really all in the upgrades? In fact? I think I still have your fathers ship? let me see??
The old man pulls out a data pad and scrolls through the listings? a moment later with a satisfied look he says, ?Yup? sure do? Here it is? it?s at my junk yard on Ord Mantell? I made some investments with the money I made from your fights? smuggling doesn?t last forever and the money was good but not that good??
?My fathers ship? He was a smuggler after all? I had heard rumors he was arrested? is he in a penal colony somewhere?? Mereel asked.
?Oh no, ? the old man replied, ?The Imps couldn?t catch him? not even once? never really suspected either? he looked very respectable with the ore runs??
?He?s still alive then?? Mereel asked.
A bit saddened the old smuggler replies, ?I don?t know son? Strangest thing the le day he left was, he gave me the title to his ship and said he had something to tend to? Never heard from him or seen him since?
?Tell you what? why don?t you take the ship? it?s not much and it has been through a lot but it flies true? take these authorization codes with you? Just tell them old Willy said it was alright? I?ll comm ahead tomorrow and straighten it out? the HKW 290 needs a bit of work but she flies, boy does she fly??
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