Private Thistle

[Tansu Treicolt]

Nar Shaddaa | New Vertica City | du Vain Office​

The absolute detest she felt for her sister's chosen, Morrow, drove her to an irrational place. Specifically: A place in a territory rank with villainy and scum.

It was here, on Nar Shaddaa, that Tansu had been pull enough threads that lead her to someone who might be able to point her to Morrow's current whereabouts. He was, allegedly, an agent of the well-known Zeltron. And an overseer would keep tabs on her agents, no?

Truthfully Tansu had no idea how these operations ran, and she might have asked Talsin for his opinion, but she know he'd think her ridiculous for the whole charade — so she shared neither her intentions nor her curiosities, lest he talk some sense into her.

"Thanks sugar, much obliged," — would be the first thing Mauve heard when her doors hissed open and in stomped backwater barbie.

Around the corner peeked Mauve's secretary, looking might sheepish and apologetic. Tansu stormed right on past and into the lavish room. She couldn't help but whistle at the sheer aesthetics of the place, low and impressed. Mighty fine room indeed.

But she had things to do and she knew she operated on borrowed time: "Howdy Ms. du Vain.

I promised your fancy calendar keeper I wouldn't take more than a chrono-tick of your time." She announced by way of introduction, tipping the brim of her hat at the hand-wringing gentleman at the door.

By the time she flopped into the chair across the desk from the woman and kicked her boots up on the desk, she wasn't sure if she should maintain the act of her sister or be more honest.

Did Mauve even know Talin?

Only this way to find out.

"I'm lookin for someone real special to us both. Maybe you can help me.

Where's Morrow."

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Mauve du Vain
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[Mauve du Vain]

A silvery chuckle issued from the woman behind the immense wroshyr wood desk.

“How quaint. A contestant for the overstatement of the year, surely,” Mauve quipped, crossing one leg over the other and smoothing a fold of her sable, satin dress. She wore her wine colored hair up in a messy bun. Her violet eyes took in the other woman’s attire… or ‘getup’ as she might call it. A single brow arched.

“You know, I was just thinking to myself this morning how much I love it when a provincial stranger kicks in my door and starts issuing demands.” Plum painted lips curved up, “But you have me at quite the disadvantage. Who are you?”

A dozen or more rare relics lay scattered on shelves and cases behind her, a museum in miniature.

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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Tansu's hands lifted, palms forward, as if surrendering. The gesture shoved her deeper into the chair.

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"I ain't made no demands, Ms. du Vain. Just askin' questions." She'd thought about coming in and pointing her blaster at the woman, purely as a scare tactic, but the concern that she might actually be challenged to pull the trigger made her change plans last minute.

If she didn't immediately recognize her as Talin Treicolt, was that a good or a bad thing? Tansu still hadn't the faintest. Her sister's life had become shrouded in mystery well before the gathering of Lightsworn at Atrisia, and Tansu had been outright cut out after the confrontation on Naboo.

That was partly why she was here. She hated that she'd been the one to report her sister to the authorities, and not the one to take her in. She had to remedy it. She had to be the one that put the stuncuffs on her kin.

Her chin tilted and she pressed up the brim of her hat to give Mauve a better view:

"Treicolt." That wasn't a lie. "Though I reckon you're not really at a disadvantage, knowin' my name ain't a blocker to a simple question."

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Mauve du Vain
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[Mauve du Vain]

Treicolt? Now that did raise some flags in her mind.

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" Mauve cocked her head, a strand of her purple hair coming loose. She twirled it idly.

"Information is my business. Well, that and..." she huffed softly and glanced at their surroundings, as if to say look at all these priceless objects you probably don't know what half of them are, "collecting."

Sighing, she also leaned back in her seat.

"I don't typically give it out for free. But I'll indulge you. I don't know where Morrow is. You know he's a wanted man in these parts." Her inflection mirrored Tansu's briefly.

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

Well that sure was disappointing.

Tansu moved her boots from the table and sat proper in the chair. Everything in this room looked expensive, including the woman behind the desk. When violet shifted to take in their surroundings, Tansu took the invitation to follow Mauve's gaze. Her eyes lingered a little longer, trying to see if she recognized the important behind the trinkets that served as decor.

Nothing clicked.

"'Fair nuff. Collecting info, collectin' stuff. You must be real good at it too." To have a place like this.

"Is he?" She asked, surprised. Talin had seemed to infer that she and Morrow were all tickity-boo, living in Nar Shaddaa and up to no good together. Was he so rotten that even his employers found him foul? "Why?"

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Mauve du Vain
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[Mauve du Vain]

"Poor boy. He made some very important people unhappy," Mauve jut out her lower lip in a pout.

Her one and only encounter with Morrow involved an attempt to massage his chaotic nature and put him under her thumb. Part of that interaction involved a knife at her throat. Not one of her favorite memories, truth be told.

Mauve glanced back down at the blonde yokel and saw the yellows of curiosity bleeding out around her halo. Of course she was curious. Whatever backwater farmworld she came from couldn't hope to compare to Nar Shaddaa. Mauve saw her type more often than one might think on the moon. Always so bright-eyed and bushy tailed. And hopelessly naive.

This one at least had a little mud on her boots, so to speak.

She eyed the place where Tansu's boots had rested on the table, annoyed.

"Why are you looking for him? Please don't tell me you're having his child."

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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Morrow seemed to be on everyone's naughty list. Which made Tansu's greivances only grow. If someone who upset the criminal syndicate was sleeping with her sister, she could only imagine things getting worse and worse. No friend of Jedi, no friend of criminals — who was someone like that?

Her frown deepened at this realization, and could only take to mean that he'd done something to the woman across the table.

"Why are you looking for him?

She opened her mouth to speak —

Please don't tell me you're having his child."

And instantly blanched.

If she had a mind to impersonate her twin, she could only take it so far. It was nearly impossible to conceal the way disgust rolled through her upper lip and pulled back to show her teeth.

"Stars no." And then a handful of horrible thoughts assaulted her. What if Talin was pregnant? And with Morrow's child? She'd love to be an auntie but she could not stand for that man to be anywhere or — ew ew ew. It was too much. She couldn't even bring herself to tease out a lie of oh boy, do I wish! How lucky would I be or whatever such nonsense Talin might blarble out on behalf of her beloved and the idea of him naked and on her. YUCK. Maybe if she hadn't been so thrown she could imagine talking about Talsin instead of Morrow but Tansu didn't have that kind of quick thinking for mindgames and lies.

"He's got my sister." She admitted. "And I gotta track him down and get her back before he ruins her life completely."

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Mauve du Vain
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[Mauve du Vain]

Mauve's eyes narrowed.

"Got her?"

She would not put it past Morrow to kidnap a woman, but another truth seemed far more likely - judging by the swirl of emotions radiating out from this country bumpkin. Disgust. Anger. Jealousy.

"Do you mean he's actually abducted her or," Mauve knew how these things went, "has she run away with him?"

The Zeltron leaned forward on the desk, chin in her hands, and made a pouting expression.

"You really don't like a bad boy do you?"

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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Uh wow, was she that obvious?

Tansu pinked at the statement. Teeth clicked together when she frowned.

Growing up, she and Talin liked to romanticize boys on swoop bikes and leather jackets, puffing up their own desire to be rebellious. But now Tansu spent her time feeling heartfelt over someone with, probably, better grooming habits than her. She bit her lip.

"Abducted her mentality anyways." She muttered, folding her arms across her chest stiffly.

"But if he ain't wanted in these parts, does that mean he ain't workin' with The Black Sun no more?"

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Mauve du Vain
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[Mauve du Vain]

Ain’t workin’.

Mentality.

The hat. The boots. The blonde hair. Ugh. And the accent? Outrageous.

“Mentally,” Mauve corrected sweetly with a simpering smile, “You are an adorable bumpkin. They’d love you at Club Vertica. Ever been?”

Then she waved a hand dismissively.

“Morrow has. A man with a gambling addiction. All signs point to yes. If it means so much to you I’ll let you pull security footage from when he was last there…”

Mauve’s smile curved further up.

“But it will cost you. What do you plan on doing once you find them?”

Tansu Treicolt