Carson: Insult to Injury

Location: Archangel Common Area
Time: July 25, 2529
Players: Esther, Carson, Nicoli

Nicoli walks towards the kitchen, only now taking out the brown paper package and the vegitables: purple onions, carrots, potatoes and green onions. "Welcome aboard." he says to Carson as the man comes up from below, tipping his hat ever so slightly.

Esther slowly glancing up from her mutterings of spanish to look at Carson. She tries to focus on him, but look! Cola! Carson loves her. Uncurling from her position, she reaches for the drink gratefully. "Thanks." She murmurs. During this entire saga, Esther has not eaten well. Not since the invasion on Paquin. It's really beginning to show as her form is smaller and her eyes a hint of sunken in. She is quiet. "I.. should send word to Cougar.."

Carson looks to Nicoli and nods, "Thanks...been hard tracking you guy," he says with a slight chuckle. He then looks to Esther, "Your not looking to good, cap..." he takes a seat next to her, his Desert Eagle glimmering in the light as he does so. "You need to eat...I'll have my wife cook something up for you..."

Speaking of cooking, Nicoli starts cleaning the veggies and takes out a knife, cutting open the brown package to pull out some fine looking cuts of meat (obviously not beef but something close), then finds a nice BIG pan and a ery small ammount of oil as well as a bottle of whiskey. "She's no been eating well sadly.. no uncommon for her condition either."

Esther just focuses on her drink, lifting the bottle to her lips, sipping from the bubbly sweet beverage. "She has. Hunger.. just seems to have left me." Though she cant help but to sniff at the cooking going on. Her gaze turns to the kitchen. "Condition?" Remember.. paranoia here! "What gorram condition. I am not a gorram invalid."

Carson pauses at Esther's outburst, "Relax Cap..." He places a hand on her shoulder. "Your in good hands...at least I hope," he says with a slight smile. He doesn't know Nicoli all that well, apparently. He looks to Nicoli, and then back to Esther, "How are you feeling...other than starved?"

Nicoli glances to Esther and murmurs, "Withdrawls. Ees no easy coming off that crap, ees common to no eat." simply with a smile, then starts cutting the meat into thin strips, letting the very little oil heat up as he glances to Carson, murmuring, "Any alergies I should know about?" yup, it's officiaol, he's gonna invite the man to eat with them.

Esther now looks at Carson. Her dark gaze is hot and burning. However, instead of barking out more accusatory style remarks, she tilts the bottle of cola up to her lips and drinks heartily. Glug glug glug. Mmm. Soda doea a body gooood. "I.. am... ok. Just.. I dunno. Confused. Scared. I want to fight.. I want to flee. I want to scream. I want to cry. All at once. I feel.. conflicted. Ill at ease." She pauses. "I.. just want the nightmare to end. I want to wake up.. and everything be back to what it used to be. But.. something tells me.. that isn't gonna happen.." She glances to Nicoli. A glimmer of understanding is on her features. But she is still on a knifes edge... Nicoli would well know.

Carson looks to Nicoli, with a little odd look, but shrugs, "No allergies here," he says with a smile. He then looks to Esther. "You'll get over it...the cola is all for you...drink and eat well," he says with a smile.

Nicoli nods slightly as he finishes cutting the meat thin, taing out soe now very clean potatoes and cutting them into strings as he murmurs, "jYou'll be fine in time, those feelings will fade and jyou'll be back to jyourself." quietly. It's not a simple statement, with the tone it's carried on anyone who knows Nicoli well would know it's a promise.

Esther falls quiet as she studies the now empty bottle. "Funny thing.. I hate that pill and what it did to me. But.. even more.. I want to take one right now. At least.. it would make it alright for now.." She blinks suddenly at what she just said. Then a look of shame moves across her features.

Carson shakes his head at Esther, "The only way to get off of it is to stay away cap...you know that..." He says. He glances to the kitchen area. "How long do you think it will take her to get better?"

Nicoli finishes up the potatoes and tosses them in the pan, then takes some garlic out of the fridge and starts shelling it, murmuring, "Depends.. For some, ees only week of it being out of system.. others ees months. All depends on how strong she ees." theres no smile that time and he says it like he knows for sure that it's all true.

Esther glances back and forth between the two. She remains silent. Then rising from her seat she begins to pacing again, nervous energy building.

Carson watches Esther pace. He adjusts his hat over his head, and then thinks of something to say. He watches her pace briefly, and after a good long pause; "So, cap...ever tell you bout the wild ride we had a day ago?"

Nicoli finishes a rough cut on the garlic and pops it in the pan, then starts on onions, both gren and purple, cutting the green into small rings and the purple into thin strings, starting to hum quietly.

Esther pauses by the table, reaching out to grab another bottle of soda. She is growing self conscious on her weakness. She pauses to look to Carson, "I will want to hear about it later. I think I want to go lay down. I have a massive headache." She pauses again and moves to hug Carson in a friendly way. Then she murmurs to Nic, "Let Carson take my share back to his wife." She turns to head down the corridor.

Carson glances oddly at Esther at the mention of a share...but then he guessed she meant food, "Esther...you need to eat..." But then, the cause is probably lost.

Nicoli shakes his head and murmurs something about liquid nutrients again, then glances to Carson and waits till Esther's out of the room before murmuring, "Ees lost cause.. Trust me, eating ees last thing on jyour mind when jyour coming off that stuff.."

Carson nods "I've noticed...so, can I ask you something?"

Nicoli finishes the onions and puts it in along with the meat now, splashing a bit of what looks like an expensive wiskey into the pan as well as he gives a nod, finally taking off his hat with one hand and tossing it onto the couch.

Carson nods "Well...she told me about this Victor dude and little group he works under...can you shed more light?"

Nicoli murmurs simply, "Children of anarchy. They are cult of murderers, thieves and dealers." with a roll of his shoulders, then takes off his coat as he turns up the heat on the food, getting everything sizzling nice and loud.

Carson nods "That I knew...where-abouts? Who they deal with?"

Nicoli shakes his head and murmurs, "No entirely sure.. they keep fairly well hidden." Theres a moment there where the russian thinks, then glances to carson and asks, "Spicy or mild?"

Carson nods, as his head turns with thoughts, plots and plans, "Mild is fine," he states and nods, "Any idea what we could do to draw them in the open?" He states and looks around the vessel a bit.

Nicoli shakes his head and murmurs, "Working in open ees no their style." simply, then starts tossing the food like a pro, who needs a spatula?

Carson nods and watches him do his work..."You must have been doing that for ages...of course I'm sure you will make a fine competitor with my wife..." He says and shrugs a bit. "Well...then time to get close eh? Find his bread crumbs, so-to-speak."

Nicoli chuckles and murmurs, "Brotherhood has been tracking him for nearly twenty years.. We fight him on front line but he's always managed to escape and rebuild." He pauses, then gives a glance to Carson and shakes his head, murmuring, "And no, only been cooking for five years."

He pauses, then gives a glance to Carson and shakes his head, murmuring, "And no, only been cooking for five years."

Carson nods and leans back, "Disappointing," he says, this comment directed at the CoA. "Brotherhood is not enough...perhaps get the Commonwealth involved somehow," he says.

Nicoli nearly loses the food mid-flip when the commonwealth is mentioned, frowning slightly as he shakes his head. "No." it's a very simple answer, but a very solid one as well. "Brotherhood has always been on fine line between power.. We have contacts in both Alliance, and Commonwealth but we will no side with either. Ees simple as that."

Carson tilts his head, "Sometimes you have to side with people you don't want to side with if you want a nemesis gone...I would have sided with the PC to vanquish the Alliance, if they were around," he states rather honestly. "Admittedly, I'm not too keen on their tactics...but they have a good goal in mind," he states. He shrugs, "My take on it...I was with the Independence...the people I worked with made cargo drops for them...because of that we took heavy...heavy losses."

Nicoli shakes his head and glances to Carson, murmuring, "To side with an ally jyou do no agree with ees to damn jyourself. There ees no honor in it if all jyour are doing ees empowering one tyrant or the other." with a sigh, then explains, "This ees why Brotherhood does no side with either.. We've fought them ourselves and we've kept them at bay, ees enough for now."

"And when it is not?" Carson sits up. "He has potent drugs, and it is obvious who he targets, and what he uses them for," he says. "Maybe no honor, but in the end, you have honor, you die, and everything you have done would have been meaningless."

Nicoli cuts the meat, the foods done after all, but he just shakes his head and murmurs, "I know, better than anyone about that drug and I know what he uses it for.. Simply put, we do no empower tyrants on either side, no matter the cost." Theres that inherant sound in his voice, usually it would be intimidating to normal people but somehow he's curbing it.

Carson sighs slightly, "Well, good point, but then, where you expect to get the tools?" He states. "You can find them endlessly but comes a point where it gets harder to recruit for the cause..." He does not show it, but there might be a hint of mistrust of just being on this ship. "And, what are the brotherhood's goals?"

Nicoli shakes his head and murmurs, "We don worry about recruiting, we typically wait for people to come to us." with a faint smile, then begins to plate up the food! ok so it doesn't look good on the plate, but is smells wonderful. "As for our goals, they are simple.. We seek peace, away from those who would wage war for petty reasons.. We offer the same to those in need, grant them protection without cost, shelter when ees needed even food and clothing. Simply put, we exist to help others with as little bloodshed as possible."

"But yet you put a mark on Esther?" He states, shaking his head. He shrugs, "Good goal, but for some reason, I don't see it happening...not like that, at this time...you better off being Romany."

Low blow! Nicoli just stops what he's doing and eyes Carson, murmuring in a faint growl, "I marked her because her actions would have put innocent lives in danger, put -children- in danger.. jYou have /no/ idea how hard it was to make that choice but when I have to choose between one life and one hundred, for me ees /no/ contest." Yeah, it looks like carson hit a raw nerve somewhere. "Do jyou know how hard we've worked to make Jiangyin paceful place it ees? Do jyou know how many families live there? Tell me, would jyou be able to risk conemning entire /planet/ to death for sake of one woman?"

Carson raises his voice, "A women that's MY Captain...OUR Captain," he yells, "YOU'D BE LEAVIN' HER RUTTIN' CHILDREN WITHOUT A MOTHER!" He yells, rather loudly. It be wonder if he had not woken up the possibly sleeping Esther now.

Snap: "AND SHE PUT HER VENGEANCE BEFORE LIVES OF /MY/ WIFE AND CHILDREN!" Theres no holding back the rage thats been building, all this time, all these long days of solitude because of his choice and all the hate thats been pooling is all let out, "She put /her/ desire to kill before her friends, her /family/! Her actions would have no only killed /my/ family but those of /everyone/ I care about!" Hes trying to calm himself, grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter as he growls, "Tell me, Carson was it? Do jyou have family? A wife? Children?" he's trying to be nice, he has a point to put across and he's looking for a way to send that point home.

Carson stands up, now, "Yes, and I'd every gorram thing in the verse to protect them!" he says...the yelling quieter, but still a raised voice, "So, maybe I aught to mark you then, aye?" He glares at Nicoli, "Do you think I'm just going to let you waltz onto the Draba and cap her? WRONG!" he yells at him, "Obviously, we are all family folk, trying to protect each other, and yet you think marking is the appropriate action," he states. "GET YOUR /GORRAM/ BOOT OUT YOUR ASS!"

crack, crack... that counter is starting to spider-web with how hard the Russian in gripping, "jYou would do anything to protect them, jyes? What if jyou had to make choice, between their safty and the well being of a friend?! Would jyou choose the friend over jyour own blood, boy?" those mismatched eyes are going dull, lifeless.. Theres something inside him thats breaking, something inside him thats keeping him from lunging right now and letting the malace behind those eyes of his take hold, but it wont hold forever. "do jyou think I /want/ to kill her? She ees like family to me, I'd give almost anything for her.. but I draw the line when her choices endanger my own true flesh and blood."

Carson looks at Nic, with a deathly glare now. "Esther is MY family, just as much as this ship is your family, just as much as your mother is family," he says, maybe a bit calmer now. He eyes Nic again, "Pussy," he says quietly. Maybe loud enough for him to hear, maybe not, "And I am going to do what it takes to protect her, even from you!"

Nicoli murmurs somethimng and the ships computer system beeps, all the dors suddenly slam shut and bolt as Nicoli advances on Carson, growling, "Then I'll let /jyou/ have her put /jyour/ blood in danger when it happens next boy, as for me.." theres no emotion left in him as he murmurs, "Do jyou really think jyou could stop me? jYou hide behind words, I bet jyour the kind of fool to hide behind guns too, no? What could jyou do against commonwealth if they came for jyour loved ones, because of her?"

This was the breaking point for him...a question of loyalty was not something to do with him, and an insult too. He growled at Nic, using a spring leap to charge into Nicoli. His intentions are simple...get him to the ground, and proceed to lay in the fists, but, the latter and former might have been an over-thought.

Nicoli sidesteps the strike and moves with it, catching Carson before he can fall and striking him in the back of the head with a single elbow strike before letting go, "Gotta be faster than that boy." is all he says.

The hit to the neck had stunned him slightly. His eyes crossed for a moment, before he turns around, swinging a fist aimed at Nicoli's head.

Nicoli catches the fist and archs his leg, slamming his knee into the mans ribs as he murmurs, "Back down boy, before jyou get hurt."

Carson hmmphs loudly as the knee goes into his ribs, but it isn't all together a fatal blow. "Shut up and fight!" He says.

Nicoli lets go of the mans hand and coils his arm around, slaming an open palm into his jaw. He's toying with him and it's fairly obvious.

Carson's head arches up as the slam to the jaw makes a painful connect. He puts a knee to Nic's groin in response.

Nicoli steps back and coils a knee, the blow wiffing right infront of Carsons nose!

Carson moves back at the soon to be staggering blow, just missing his nose. "Gorram it...take it hit!"

Nicoli takes the mans strike in, letting him think it's gonna hit, then slams his hand open palm into his throat at the last second!

That strike was aimed for Nic's gut, and yet, it might connect, but the resulting blow from Nic sends him back, choking.

Nicoli takes the hit and blocks the next two, then unleashes a rush of blos, all open palm! It's serious now and it's obvious he's not about to hold back.

And it may be serious, but with each palm strike, Carson gives off a series of blocks using his arms, each on simaltaneously, during Nic's series of palm strikes, Carson twirls around, kicking back with his feet...obviously aimed at Nic's crouch, following by a series of punches.

Nicoli lets in another set of open palm strikes, a vicious barage right after dodging each of carsons strikes!

Carson growls as any attempt to hit the guy fails, he reaches down to his boots with a swift action, drawing a knife from his boot.

the second that knife comes out, Nicoli's Scimitar comes out as well, knocking it from the mans hand with the blunt and then the blade comes back around, wiffing through the air, catching the man in both shoulders then wiffing thrice infront of his face. Nicoli give him this last warning, murmuring, "Back down.. now." calmly.

The stinging pain is obviously there, and he growls, trying to ignore the pain. He does bring his fists to a knife fight. He goes in for a series of attacks but when he's done, he cringes, slightly touching the damaged tissue on his face, noticing it to be bleeding. He doesn't much back down, "You threaten my family! Do you think I'm so ready to back down just quite yet?!"

The pain is just too great for him...his eyes roll up into the back of his head, before his body slumps forward, making a satisfying thunk as he his head hits the table before hitting the floor.

Theres a pained look in his eyes as Nicoli avoids the mans strikes, tyhen curves his wrist and slaps the man twice with the flat of his blade, bringing minimul damage before slamming the last strike into his head, ending it instantly! When Carson is down, he strips the man of his weapons and murmurs, "I wasn't threatening your family Carson.. if it came to it, I would have let her kill me when I came.. I just couldn't risk my daughters life for her vendetta." he knows the man probably cant hear him, but it needed to be said.