Nashh Kadavr's EVE Blog

Shadow

2012-02-01T14:03:00.000-08:00

So as perhaps old news to some but as of today its official, Kadavr Black Guards are proud to be part of the infamous Shadow Cartel Alliance.

For the past three weeks we have been roaming and killing stuff with these guys and having great fun in large and small gangs, leaving a path of destruction wherever we go...most of the time.

Banners on our website, forum, killboard and on this here blog will be updated in due time.

Recruitment is still open but our selection process has become a little stricter and tighter, if you have any questions please feel free to drop by in our public channel ''Kadavr Public' and chat up either Nashh Kadavr or Anabaric.

Reds in fleet?

2012-01-19T06:34:00.000-08:00

So (KBG) currently shares the 'redsinfleet' intel channel, created as the brainchild of itsmeHck and occupied by Shadow Cartel Alliance and the infamous Tuskers.

The idea behind the channel is pretty simple; the people involved in the channel are not blue to each-other but can invite each-other to fleets when needed. The idea is pretty simple indeed but the execution is more complicated than one might think. There have been several altercations that have jeopardized the future of the channel but this post is my views on it and in no way represent the views of anyone else.

In the time that we have spent under Shadow Cartel's wings there have been a few occasions where I had to check with Alliance Leadership if certain targets are fair targets for us. There are a certain amount of pilots in the area that may be 'blue' to the Alliance but not to -KBG-, regardless we have chosen to adopt the same stance and have not opened fire.

When encountering a Tusker around the start of our time at Shadow Cartel I asked what rules of engagements we have with our 'enemies with benefits'. The answer was clear, engage at will but remain respectful, wherever possible ransom there pods rather than popping them.

Now these are not strange rules to follow or unreasonable, we have a similar understanding with Heretics in Amamake and The Bastards in Evati.

Over the last few days something has become more evident in the KBG relation with the Tuskers. Bastards and Heretics will wave in local and strike up a chat here and there, with a few exceptions the Tuskers do not.

There are a handful of Tuskers that are actually very friendly and accommodating, but the majority seems to have grown a dislike towards at least myself.

What is the point of this post? I don't know really, perhaps I am still a little disappointed in the actions of a particular Tusker yesterday and am not sure how to proceed.

Occasionally I fly to Hevrice to pick fights with the Tuskers, losing some winning some. Although I am space poor I wouldn't even ransom their pods if on a given occasion I would be quicker than their pro-pod-warps. I either don't even lock them or would let them go for a nominal fee to prove a point. If I win I even return their dropped items as an offer of respect.

Having spoken to several friendly Tuskers this is a tactic returned and part of the 'Pirate-code', making isk of a pod ransom is usually worth more than pod goo splattered over your ship.

In a moment of extreme derp I exploded my Jaguar 30 clicks from the Tusker home-station after mistakingly aggressing first and taking station sentry gun fire as well. The shock of my derp and in the following panic I failed to whip my pod out quick enough and was scrambled.

Mixed emotions of 'oh fuck' and 'it's ok, think ransom' shot through my head before being replaced with rage as station environment loaded.

I lost over 900 million isk in implants as I was carrying my low-grade Snakes and other stuff. Yes, it was my derp, yes I didn't get my pod out in time, yes we are not blue to each-other...

But how can I possibly fleet up with this jerk that in my eyes did me wrong and cost me serious spacemonies? I am stuck in a bit of a pickle as I cannot leave the channels we share, and there will be occasions where we will be forced to fleet up by our superiors. Or, will I refuse to fly with Tuskers? Or deny my Corp to fly with them? or just when the jerk is in the same fleet? Should I gank the fucker when we do share a fleet? Why can't I just get over myself? Have a quafe a smile and stfu?

Yes I am butthurt and yes I am still raging, I is mad bro mkay. Even more so now he has quoted me in his bio like a trophy and takes the piss out of me on their killboard. You fucking prick.

Politics in EVE suck balls.

My first pvp video

2012-01-18T06:25:00.000-08:00

So I had intended to do this for a while but have lost a lot of recordings and had to work with poor programs to make this one, anyway I dont think its awfull. Obviously I am keen to take suggestions on improving the viewers pleasure, leave me a comment!

Watch the full screen version here.

Battle report - Solar System; Parts.

2012-01-16T05:54:00.000-08:00

Attackers; Shadow Cartel Alliance, Kadavr Black Guard

Shiptypes; Recon, Tier 3 BC, Tech 3, Logistics Support

Fittings; Classified

Fleet size; 20

Estimated ship Value; 3.5 billion isk

Fleet Commander; Baggins

Target; Pax Romana, Gryphon League, Darklings

Ship type; Battleships, Recons, Bombers, Tier 2 & Tier 3 Battlecruisers, Tech 3, Commandship, HAC and ECM support.

Fleet Size; 30+

Fittings; Shield, Armor, short-range, long-range, Faction, T1

Estimated ship Value; 6.5 billion isk

Fleet Commander; Unknown

Battle summery;
Our bait Phoenix nearly completed it's third and final siege cycle with only minimal interest from the local inhabitants. As we where about to recall the Phoenix and abandon the project to commence a roam a covert cyno was lit; 20 clicks from the starboard side, ejecting 4 Stealth Bombers.

Shortly after an Arazu Recon class cruiser de-cloaked and also commenced aggression on the apparently stricken Dreadnought.

Local spikes and enemy numbers increase rapidly; Battlecruisers, Battleships and a Tengu exit warp just off the Bow of the giant bait vessel.

Suddenly; (10101) and (-KBG-) enter the field, spreading points, calling the Tengu primary. The initial counterstrike confused the opposing fleet causing some to disband and flee, those that stayed where swiftly slain.

Unorganized and in disarray several combatants warp back to the field at range, mistaking the length a boosted Recons point range, falling and exploding one by one.

A final push is ordered by the opposing fleet commander and a cloud of enemy vessels return to the center of the fight. A flurry of targets is called, points are spread.

Concentrated fire and good discipline pays off as their numbers dwindle, leaving bright blue flashes and smoke-trails as they are dispatched. Several opposing combatants are stunned, leaving their pods on the field for a few seconds too long.

Few manage to escape due to a shortage in disruptors but the battle fizzles out and as the grey plumes of destruction evaporate the enormity of our destruction becomes clear.

'Type losses in fleet' the demand came. Fleet channel remained silent.

Zero losses for 25 ship kills and 4 pods, totaling a rampage worth in excess of 7.5 billion isk.

GF!

Broadcast from the Ninveah!

2012-01-14T08:16:00.000-08:00

Kiriths latest podcast featuring Anabaric, Roc Wieler and Nashh Kadavr!

http://ninveah.podbean.com/2012/01/13/episode-65-anabaric-nashh-roc/

Roc Wieler, is that you?

2012-01-13T08:15:00.000-08:00

'The Watering Hole' provided a hearty lunch and at least average quality drinks. The place stank but service was provided by young Minmatar girls on roller-skates, which made up for a lot.

Anabaric sat across from him, eating a large platter of steaming chicken wings with his hands. Sauce covered his fingers to the knuckles and his left cheek. He was chewing loudly and only occasionally paused to check out what zoomed by on roller-skates.

'You are a fucking animal mate' Nashh directed at him, before sipping his ale.

'Says you' Commander Ana fired back, spitting out bits of chicken and sauce.

Nashh Kadavr shrugged his shoulders, 'whatever'. 'So, what do you think?'

'Chicken's good, service is good-looking...'

'Not this place you derp, Goinard I mean'.

'I'll let you know, we still need some more numbers, I mean our own if you know what I mean...'

Captain Kadavr raised a quizzical brow, 'I know what you mean'. He looked over at the bar where a broadshouldered, bold Brutor stood, working his charm on the female bartender.

'Well I'll be damned...'

'Whut' Ana spluttered.

'I'll be right back, wait here'.

Nashh slowly made his way over to the bar still not sure if it was actually him or not. He wore that same style leather jacket he had seen him in a few years back, although the letters spelling 'The Colonel' where no longer there. Then again he no longer was...

Arriving at the bar Nashh stood right next him and was about to say something as two young Achura girls pushed in between them and asked for the Brutors signature. Oh, it was definitely him.

The Minmatar combat pilot took two pictures from his left inside pocket and scribbled his signature in the bottom right corner. The picture was of himself, posing and flexing his bulging biceps.The girls giggled and blushed but before they were tempted to hang around any longer Nashh interrupted; 'thanks girls, now how's about fuck off hey...'

The girls scurried along, both men staring at them leaving.'I see you still have your charming touch'.

'As do you my friend', Nashh replied.

'I was being sarcastic'.

'I know', Nashh pointed at the orange liquid in the pint-glass sitting in front of Roc, 'what, the fuck, is that?'.

'Carrot juice brother, it's healthy'.

'What brings you here then? I thought you were dead or retired... well either, same shit, whatever...'

'Same as any self respecting man does Nashh; women, combat, booze and a gym'. Roc laughed aloud as he slapped Nashh's right shoulder whilst sipping his vegetable drink through a straw.

'Well if you are not tied to anything we are still recruiting...'

'So I hear...'

'Right, well maybe we should talk?'

'Maybe we should...'

Slaughter in Jovainon

2012-01-11T11:32:00.000-08:00

With an 18 man strong shield fleet and 5 additional support ships -KBG- and Shadow Cartel thundered from Egghelende to Evati, snagging just a few kills on the way.

Several technical issues and mistakes later and the call was made to return to Goinard, our temporary base of operations. Making the wise choice to avoid combat with three roaming fleets around the Evati area.

On return some of us where still keen to score a kill before retiring to bed and I volunteered to lead a shield Battlecruiser gang on an hour loop via Old Man Star.

Most pilots where tired but eager to spill blood. Hearnie kindly offered up his alt to scout ahead freeing me up to set the route for this still unfamiliar area.

Cannonfodder Pope, Luitenenant Junior Grade Caldalra, Commander Anabaric and Captain Kadavr represented the Kadavr Black Guards joined by Hearnie, Chandaris, illirdor and Torrinor of Shadow Cartel.

A lone Hurricane Battlecruiser piloted by a Tusker pirate was spotted flying in the direction of Onne, allowing us plenty of time to setup camp and catch him, spilling first blood only a few jumps into the roam.

The roam continued, narrowly missing out on a few Cynabals before the final swing back towards Aeschee to drop of members of the Douchingtons.

Three pilots in Hevrice, representing the Tuskers, where pushed into a scrap but to no avail and thus we sped on all eager for bed.

Intell notified us of a large HAC gang with logistic support coming down the Goin-Aeschee pipe and I chose to hold back the fleet as we where outnumbered and where sure to perish if we would engage.

Intell piped up again, notifying us a 5 man Tusker gang in Aeshee likely coming our way, all had GCC and where in Battlecruisers, no support.

An excellent opportunity of course but with that large HAC gang on-route and now only two jumps out we needed to act fast.

'Tuskers warping to Jov gate!' our scout reported.

'Roger, fleet warp Aeshee gate, spread points'. This was sure to be the perfect end to our roam. Mid warp the Tusker gang led by Sulli appeared on d-scan and as our fleet emerged from the warp-tunnel they had already moved of the gate. Damn.

In an attempt to catch them on their out-gate I ordered the fleet to warp back to the Hevrice gate. Although still in system the Tuskers where nowhere to be found, this was not their only exit but the shortest route home for sure so we setup camp with Anabaric jumping through to keep eyes on incoming traffic.

Tusker Rixx Javix was first to lose his global criminal status followed soon by the rest of their gang and we prepared for their imminent arrival.

'We could join forces and go after the HAC gang?' Ana suggested and immediately I attempted to contact Sulli regarding this.

With a delayed response followed by a rejection I should have known better. Sulli didn't want to go after the HAC gang; he was making his own preparations to come after us.

'Five Tuskers in Hevrice, not on scan' Anabaric notified me.

A quick headcount confirmed our fleets to be of about equal size, a last ditch attempt to give us the upper-hand by arranging for logistic support failed but by then it was all to late, I committed our gang to stay and fight.

'Check check, Tusker gang incoming, I am jumping back to you.'

I ordered the fleet to align to the sun, microwarpdrives on and deploy drones.

The two Tusker gangs of five each attempted to pincer us at the stargate as Marc Scaurus in a Harbinger was called primary. His shields dropping I asked for confirmed points before calling secondary on their Drake heavy fleet.

The Harbinger pilot managed to warp off in low armor before I realized my mistake; I had powered the fleet too far off the battlefield to effectively hold them down.

Like a house of cards my fleet crumbled around me, swarmed by ECM drones some of our pilots were unable to lock up anything and tracking disrupters hindered our Canes.

'I am going down, minus one Cane'

'Yeah me too, minus one Drake'

I burned myself back to get within point range requesting for points confirmed, hoping to even the odds a little.

The only target pointed was aznwithBeard in his Drake and I immediately called out him to new primary, hoping our remaing DPS could cut him out as the heavily damaged Harbinger returned within my disruptor range.

Douchington illirdor managed to warp off in his heavily damaged Oracle as news came over comms we had lost another Cane to enemy fire.

With myself in the only Hurricane left on the field I was sure to be next and I attempted to burn away, a little too late as two Drakes webbed me down and my fate was sealed.

Warping out my pod I requested for someone to call targets, still in the wrong belief we could down some of their ships.

'Guys? Who is still on the field? Hello?'

'Cal, but I am webbed and pointed'

'Yeah me too' Pope mumbled.

I then realized, too late, I should have bailed our fleet after losing our first two ships and ordered to retreat if possible, saving pods where possible.

'Sorry guys, type losses in fleet-channel please'.

The list extended and comprised nearly the entire fleet, 7 (out of 9) losses for 0 (out of 10) kills.

Annihilated…. Well done Tuskers, awesome scrap.

(Nashh fails...)

Read Marcs version of events here and Rixx's post on the happinstaps here.

Back in the saddle...

2012-01-09T07:00:00.001-08:00

The stargate propelled him many lightyears into the next system, the brand new Tengu hull shuddered around him. He smiled, anger and violence coursing through his veins.

'Align bottom station' fleetcommander Baggins calmy notified the fleet. A short pause and the command to warp to zero followed.

The Tengu had not yet been paid for and with his string of frigate and cruiser losses since his return Nashh should probably not be out in a boat of this value. He didn't care.

The warp tunnel enveloped around them, reaching full warp speed before exiting cohesively just above the rust colored Minmatar space-station. At the undock was the target, a Thanatos class Carrier.

'Target deaggressed, target de-agressed' Ghazi informed.

'Approach, overheat, go for bumps' Baggins calmly instructed.

Asakura was the first to make contact, pushing the Thanatos clear from the undock preventing his escape and securing it's downfall.

'Excellent bump!'

A further three carriers undocked in a desperate bid to save their ailing buddy, followed by several battleships. Sustained fire from the 20 man Tier 3 heavy fleet made the support rethink and they chose to re-dock, abandoning the Thanatos to it's fate. A brief standoff followed but it was clear the opposing party had lost the will to fight and thus the fleet thundered on.

A mere few jumps later and the fleet held up 30 clicks from the Todifraun stargate, an opposing fleet was inbound, ship-types and numbers unknown.

'Contact!'

'Drake primary, Raptor secondary, Myrmidon Tertiary, scratch that, Baddon primary..'

'They are bailing, no wait, Drake aggressed!'

'Drake primary, call points guy's.'

Comms fell silent for a moment as each pilots overview filled up, gasps and 'oh shits' where muttered. An estimated 50 man strong Eve Uni fleet rolled out onto the battlefield, mixed class ships of all sizes, supported by a few ECM boats.

There was a fire fight...

A flurry of targets where called, some popping faster than could be targeted. Boosted disrupters grabbing hold of whatever they could as Eve Uni members looked disorganized and some tried to flee. Some valiantly stayed to die with their comrades, lighting up bright blue before fading into nothingness. Some of their braver frigate, destroyer and interceptor pilots barged in making a wondrous mess of things before also exploding and propelling their innards into the vacuum.

As the dust settled on the Todifraun stargate and the field was ours to claim the extend of our success became clear. Zero casualties in return for downing no less than 19 vessels in a 3 minute engagement.

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The roam continued, engaging Eve Uni once more, claiming a further 5 kills before they tucked in their tails and ran. On route an unfortunate pilot deemed it clever to cyno in a Rhea class jumpfreighter into a system full of pirates. That silly boy completed this successful roam with a bang.

More shenanigans soon...

Return imminent...

2011-12-29T12:08:00.000-08:00

The jetwash blew through his now growing facial hair... Shuttle N55SF kept the engines running.

'DESTINATION?' the flight officer shouted over the roaring engines.

'Dal' Nashh responded slowly, squinting his eyes.

'WHAT?'

'DAL! you fucking prick'

'DAL HEIMATAR?'

Nashh simply nodded.

'HOP ON!'

Nashh made his way up the ramp without looking back once...

Help? part 2 ... purchase imminent.

2011-12-27T13:00:00.000-08:00

Sooo...

After much debating and thinking I have chosen to try one more laptop, it suits my personal life a little better than a desktop and as far as I can tell it will certainly suffice for my needs.

This will be purchased tomorrow unless anyone disuades me before I leave to the shop.

http://uk.asus.com/Notebooks/Multimedia_Entertainment/N55SF/#overview

This. is. too. funny.

2011-12-23T13:12:00.000-08:00

I just had to post this, I must have watched it 20 times and still laugh my ass off everytime...

Help?

2011-12-22T04:04:00.000-08:00

Ok so I admit I don't know much about pc's and need some advice.

I found a really cheap Acer desktop, £380 with optional second screen.

Details;
Processor; 1.3 GHz AMD E-300 APU
Memory; 4GB
Harddrive; 1000GB
Graphics; AMD Radeon HD 6300

All I use it for is EVE, word, video editing. Will this work?

Updatez Pleaz? 3/3 Beaute

2011-12-13T16:55:00.000-08:00

Fuck! Whartup bitchez!

Nashh is that you?

Yahar howz it going huh?

Yes well, all in all it's pretty good. We could do with some more bodies here, this hole is providing more we can handle at the moment.

Roger roger...

Er... Yeah so I have taken over loot payouts for the moment, I hope that's ok with you?

Yarz, fuckit...

Right, it's just that the guys where needing some iskies you know? Sorry man but it has been a while huh?

Fuckits man whatever, yer know...

You ok Nashh?

Fucking awesomez, great!

Right, good to hear. I have used some of the Corp funds to provide subs for as long as I could but our take is more than I could payout from our reserves. Jita and Amarr markets have been kind and just over eleven billion has been payed out for the last few weeks.

Fark... (burp)

Yeah I know good stuff huh!? I have taken the liberty to promote a few of our more loyal pilots and Dragon has been given full Director rights.

Ugh... Yarz...

It was easier that way with moving the POS and all. Anyway all is well, let me send you some graphs and figures to illustrate our progress here... Nashh?

...

You there Nashh?

...

Updatez pleaz? 2/3 Acute

2011-12-12T07:07:00.000-08:00

Acute?

Nashh?

Hey man...

Hey, hows it going?

Great man, just great...

Good to hear. Just to let you we got everything under control here, all is well.

Great. Just great...

So... Would you like me to mail you some reports?

Nah man, youzz have tings good and stuff huh?

Er... Yeah, you ok?

Yep yeps...

Ok good. So what can I do for yah boss?

Nothings, mjust wringing...

Right, gotcha.

Yearp...

So anything specific you are ringing for?

Nawr nah...

Right well if there isn't anything else?

Nopes... Howz the warz going brother? You boyz rippin it up huh? Like yer know like killin stuff right ha!

Are you drunk?

Just great man, cool stuff huh...

Nashh?

Yar... Yar...

Right, well, I guess I had better get on with some stuff here then ok?

Yar, stuffs and tings huh...

Yeah, yeah stuff and things. You take care now you hear?

...

Nashh? Nashh?

...

Updatez pleaz? 1/3 Anabaric

2011-12-11T19:39:00.000-08:00

Ana?

Yeah who is this?

Who do you think fuckhead? Hello? Ana? Ana!?

Nashh redialed.

Ana?

Yeah?

It's me, Nashh.

Nashh who?

Stop dicking around you penis, I need a favour.

Ah Nashh sorry man... Didn't recognize your voice. How's it going?

Yeah fine fine, listen...

Nashh paused a moment for Officer Anabaric to finish his chuckle.

You done yet?

Yeah yeah sorry, whattup?

I need you to arrange some new boats for me, get a pen and paper.

Er..

Shuttup and pencil this down, Worm, Moa, Machariel, Tornado, Dramiel, get me two of those actually, I need a full set of Crystals, some pills, blue of course, you still with me?

Er yeah but...

Shuttit, also get me five destroyers, Tengu hulls, two will do, I have the subs, pith shield boosters, two medium, two smalls, one hundred cap charges...

Nashh? Anabaric interrupted.

Yeah what?

You coming back?

Yeah I think so, soon hopefully...

It's just that...

What?

Well we are on holiday, you know.

What?

Remember holiday in null?

Well, get Acute to get that stuff ready then.

Dude, Acute is up here with me, have you not...

For fuck sake brother, pass me over to Cyber I'll get him to sort it out then, Jesus...

Er, Nashh, Cyber left, remember?

I... Right...

You ok boss?

Yeah...

You sound a bit stressed. Hows your little break? I hear the girls are pretty hot there?

Yeah... Flaming hot.

Cool cool, so you have a date for your return yet?

No...

You sure you ok? You don't sound ok...

I... I gotta go...

Right, so what about that stuff?

...

Nashh?

...

Reposted sketch for the flaming diva...

2011-12-08T15:49:00.000-08:00

Due to to the lack of a laptop I thought a picture of my dead girl sketch would suffice but here is the scanned-in piece...

Shalee Lianne interviews Nashh Kadavr

2011-12-08T07:09:00.000-08:00

Big shout out to Shalee for granting me an interview, check it out here.

'The Flaming Diva'

2011-12-06T15:17:00.000-08:00

Nashh stood over the strangled remains of the young girl, she was barely 18. A drop of blood slowly started to trickle from her nose. Ariana, her name was, or so she said.

More frequently Nashh found himself getting into fights and sleeping with prostitutes or willing, naive young girls. He always had a tendency for violence when drunk or drugged but space combat relieved a lot of his inner anger. Planet-side-life simply wasn't something he fitted in with.

The girl had done him no wrong. She had in fact been very pleasurable and fulfilled most of his desires.

Ariana certainly wasn't his first kill, not even the first female but she was by far the most beautiful.

Slowly he gathered his belongings that were spread across the floor. From the back-right pocket of his jeans he pulled a small hip-flask, he swigged from the containing spirit within before covering the girl and the bed with what remained.

'Sorry' he mumbled, he meant it.

From the inside of his jacket he produced a pack of matches. He had picked them up from the same place he picked Ariana up from; 'The Flaming Diva''.

He smiled.

How fitting, he thought as he struck a few matches and lit up the bed...

There is always that last one...

2011-12-02T09:15:00.000-08:00

'Hey man fill this up will ya!'

'Jack', as he made himself known by slid his mug forth along the bar-top.

The brash Minmatar Brutor wobbled and brushed passed Nashh whom was sat at the bar. The music was loud, too loud and not to his taste. But the tender had been good and got him what he wanted quick. Two girls, non capsuleers and way to drunk, danced sensually and kissed eachother, providing enough entertainment.

Jack the Brutor had been loud and annoying for a while but Nashh composed himself a few times and restrained his natural aggression. Not that temptation wasn't there to tell him a piece of his mind or hurt him, badly.

The tender looked from nashh back to the Brutor, sensing aggravation and figured it was best to just serve the guy to get him away from Nashh.

'What you want it filling up with bro?'

'What you think, Jack laughed out loud. Fuck sake, hound piss! Hahaha! '

The bartender didn't smile but picked up the mug and carried it over to the nearest beerpump.

Jack nudged Nashh and laughed out loud. 'What with? Ha!'

'It's a valid question', Nashh muttered.

Jack sized up Nashh for a moment, looking him up and down. Nashh Kadavr was wearing ripped jeans and worn combat boots with the laces undone. A white vest with oil stains on the side and some dark brown splatters on the chest area, sure to be dried blood, but not his own. His muscular and tattood arms and were shoulders clearly visible. His left arm depicted a battle scene running all the way up his left shoulder, his right arm had an ancient pistol on the inside of the forearm and the rest of the arm skulls. Lots of skulls. His right shoulder depicted a skull, crossed rapiers, angel wings and flames.

He was sitting on a barstool with a leather jacket draped over it, the same skull and rapier motif was visible on the back of the jacket and a gold bio- hazard sign behind a broken sword was carefully stitched on the left sleeve. In small letters below it it read; "Black Guard".

Jack smiled, squinting his eyes, drunk. He may have been drunk but knew he was not made to feel welcome next to Nashh. He didn't say another word until he got his beer and walked off with it, 'thanks'.

Nashh picked up his half empty beer and before he swigged it empty he nodded at the tender, 'last one brother, last one'.

The bartender smiled and nodded back. From a fridge in front of him he picked out another label-less bottle, opened it and put it on the bar in front of Nashh.

From a shelf behind him he picked up a thin, long necked bottle and filled up two small glasses of the containing golden brown liquid. On the label it read PIRAT rum.

'On me', the tender lifted a glass and held it aloft for a moment before emptying it in one go.

The Black Guard CEO followed suit.

The golden liquid ran down his gullet, firing up every possible taste sensation. Orange and caramel flavors lingered, even though there was no spirit burn his gums tingled.

'Holy fucksticks, leave me the bottle please brother'.

'Last one hey', the tender smiled.

'Last one...'

Down n Out?

2011-11-30T06:11:00.000-08:00

So as some of you have noticed I have not been in game for over a month now. My 1^st laptop burned out, my second laptop the same and my wife’s laptop got stolen.

The 1^st laptop was fixable according to a local tech-dude. For $300 worth of new part and labour were needed. The second laptop was beyond saving after it connected with the wall after a moment of rage.

A tough decision needed to be made, buy a new laptop on a Caribbean island where future support would be a complete write off or take the gamble and fix my only hope of playing EVE again this year.

I opted for the fix and parts should arrive from America within 7 working days and the dude needed only a day to install the new components (motherboard, processor and fans).

For your sanity I shall spare you the details of Caribbean way of doing anything but to give you a brief rundown of my experience so far; tomorrow, tomorrow, definitely tomorrow, next week Friday, next week Thursday, I am making progress, I am missing another part, tomorrow, pick it up in the morning, sorry I had a heart attack come back tomorrow, definitely Monday morning I promise, tomorrow sorry, chill out this is the Antilles, tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, its ready, come pick it up in the morning.

And there I was, already anticipating disappointment. Ready to pick up my Frankenstein beast of glory, eager to install the latest version of EVE.

“So it turns on but only for a few minutes, I need another part and its coming from Colombia next week Friday.”

I just walked out of the shop and wept.

Farewell Mynxee (part 2)

2011-11-07T07:01:00.000-08:00

Farewell Mynxee part 2

A short drive from the beach hut, at the very southern part of the Island, stood 'the lighthouse'. It wasnt really a lighthouse, but it was a tower and did at one time provide seafaring vessels with information about the local coast line and sandbanks. 'The lighthouse' had been decommissioned nearly 100 years back and the building was getting in a bad state of disrepair. Doors and windows had been removed and most walls were covered with writing or drawings. The top floor provided spectacular views of ocean-side of the island, the sea was much wilder on this side and huge waves crashed loudly into the rocky shore below.

'So where have your plugins gone?' Nashh quizzed as he stroked her red dreadlocks.

'Gone, I am done Nashh' she sighed and turned to look out into the distance. 'Its time for me to return back to my roots, my people'. 'I have sold my remaining properties and ships, I shall not have any worries for isk'.

Nashh seemed unfazed. She was probably joking, or at least she would realize the mistake she was making soon enough.

'My remaining clones have been destroyed or sold'.

'Can I have one?' Nashh smiled.

Mynxee smiled back and waited for him to realize what she was really saying.

In the distance a shuttle glided through a small patch of clouds. It was Mynxee's ride home.

'So...' Nashh started, 'you have no clones and no plugins?'

Mynxee didn't respond.

'You are mortal?'

'As I said... I am done. I intent to live the remainder of my natural life in peace and planet-side'.

'Why? What for? Where?'

Mynxee looked deep into his eyes and smiled. 'Its probably best if you didn't know'.

'So that's it?'

'My shuttle is here, I have to go.' The wind blew through her well-groomed dreads. 'I am driving north to the airstrip, I can give you a ride?'

Nashh remained silent.

'I am sorry' she stroked his cheek and kissed him on his lips. 'Farewell'.

Farewell Mynxee (part 1)

2011-11-06T15:52:00.000-08:00

Farewell Mynxee part 1

In his brief break from daily space flight, Commander Nashh Kadavr choose the planet Intaki V to enjoy some well earned rest and recuperation.

Not all planets are suitable for capsuleers to find peace and quiet. Their implant slots quickly give away their position in society and there where numerous issues to be expected when mingling with the general public.

Intaki V however sports various capsuleer-only-resorts. Around the planets equator lay several small islands just off the coast of one of the main continents. The islands where entirely dedicated to servicing space dwellers and providing them with seclusion of prying eyes.

The east side of Bonbonair was well known for it's calm, turquoise sea and white sandy beaches. Prices for a weeks stay could easily feed other small countries on the same planet for a year but with his good friend Cyber being the majority shareholder of the resort, his stay was considerably cheaper. Not that it would have mattered. All the isk in the universe wouldn't have mattered.

News had come to him that she had registered herself here a few weeks ago. Perhaps not active and not found causing trouble that was recorded anywhere, but alive non the less.

The opportunity to see her again was worth anything to him. Her radiating presence and magnetic beauty had captured him many years back. He wasn't really sure if she would be as pleased to see him, in fact he wasn't sure what to say to her if anything at all. It was entirely possible she wouldn't even remember him...

There where no less than 7000 capsuleers on the island this time of year and a further twelve thousand staff members, service and security personnel. It wouldn't be easy to find her.

The aptly named 'Beach Hut' provided a little shade and refreshing drinks as he contemplated how long he would stay to look for her. He tried to work a little on his Neo-com but there where too many distractions. Mainly the brash Amarrian on the far side of the bar, telling tall tales of business and combat, most of it lies. He still carried a full high grade set of Slave Implants, not uncommon to own by revelers in Bonbonaire but unusual to come to a planetside beach-resort in a clone still carrying such luxuries.

'Hey' the Ammarian shouted over, 'Hey you, you are Kadavr right?'.

Nashh looked up from his Neo-pad and sipped his beer before nodding, eager not to end up in a conversation.

The Amarrian made his way over and placed a hand on Nashh's shoulder, 'barkeep! Get this man a drink on me!'

'No, honestly' Nashh interrupted, 'I am about to go'. With a big gulp he finished his beer and threw his payment on the bar-top.

'What? is my beer not good enough!?' the Ammar pod pilot barked as he tightened his grip on Nashh.

Nashh stood up from his barstool and straightened himself to find the guy was considerably taller than him. It didn't worry him, a punch to the throat could floor a man of any size.

'Get your hand...'

With a loud crash a glass smashed over the head of the heavily implanted Ammar before he sank to his knees and toppled over.

There she was, beautiful as ever, holding the remains of a glass bottle. 'Hey Nashhypoo, come on, time to go before the big guy wakes up'.

To be continued...

Nashh Shiskabobbed by T'amber...

2011-10-27T07:56:00.000-07:00

So T'amber has made a valiant return to the game after a little time off and produced this for his eve-facebook buddies. Yes... those are corpses spiked on the pointy bits, apperantly I am the second spike from the bottom, hanging upside down behind Virtuozzo Eve.

View more truly amazing ship edits on his photobucket page here.

Laptop broken, back soon (hopefully)

2011-10-21T10:16:00.000-07:00

Where's Nashh? Acute and Anabaric where asked for the third time that day.

'Dunno' Ana's uninterested response came. He was not much more interested in the game of scrabble in front of him.

'Dunno, dunnie care?' Cyber snarled back.

Acute chuckled.

'What? You think that's funny?'

'No Cybs relax, he is probably in his office as usual'. Acute lay out some letters on the board and grinned some more.

Cyber looked down at the scrabble board filled with obscene, badly spelled words. 'Cumflap and dicktart are not even words you morons, and even if they would have been they wouldn't have been spelled like that!'.

Lex Fasces had now strolled up and joined the little group. He was eating a piece of fruit, it looked like a pear, and it's juices ran down his chin. 'Wha gwan?' he spluttered out whilst loudly chewing.

'We lost Nashh' Ana mumbled.

'Haha!' Lex exclaimed, spitting out some of his snack.

'What, you think that's funny?' Acute asked sheepishly as he smiled at Cyber.

'No you moron you spelled cumflap wrong' Lex chuckled and picked up another beige tile with the letter P.

'O my sweet lord...' Cyber slapped his righthand on his forehead. 'Lex, what the fuck?'.

'What? Oh Nashh... Have you checked his office?

'It's locked'

'His apartment? The pub?'

Four quiet beeps sounded, so close together it could have been just one.

Anabaric as usual would be the first to check his NEO-pad, but others followed suit. The men fell quiet for a moment then stared at Cyber.

Cyber's eyes widened before he mumbled; 'I am CEO?'.

Pirates and ninjas..

2011-10-14T20:50:00.000-07:00

Pirates and ninjas think cowboys are gay...

(Finally) War is upon us

2011-10-11T15:34:00.000-07:00

Lieutenant First Grade Acute, Cannonfodder Adex and Commander Kadavr set out in the early hours of Monday morning for a short training session.

Nashh had not flown a Merlin frigate class vessel for several years and never one of the double-webbing variety. On paper this ship has some great potential. After a few scraps with his Corp members it proved more difficult to handle than first thought.

'Rifter and Wolf on scan' Acute interrupted the friendly skirmish.

'Roger, peel of to the Amamake gate, Adex hang back here' Nashh instructed, 'I'll check that compound near the sun'.

A few seconds later and Acute reported his scan showed nothing but empty space.

'They are 100 clicks from me' Nashh replied, 'stand down, it's our own militia'. 'Let's roll on home boys', Nashh continued, 'I need a beer'.

'Roger that' came the reply.

Ten AU short of the Dal gate a second Rifter appeared on scan.

'When you guys land, jump straight through, I'll aggress this ... ah fucksticks, forget it, he is friendly'.

Seconds after Nashh landed next to the Minmatar Militia Rifter an alarm sounded from the Merlin on-board systems.

'Wait what the fuck, he is shooting at me..'

Adex and Acute now arrived as well, eager for blood.

'Do not aggress, I repeat do not aggress' Nashh commanded his troops. The -KBG- CEO fired a warning shot across the bow of the aggressor and announced his allegiance to the Militia in the local channel.

Expecting for the aggressing Pilot to have made a mistake, he turned off his weapons but used his two webs to gain enough distance to warp off.

Two more Minmatar Milita pilots landed on grid, called in by the first, and immediately opened fire on the Black Guard Merlin.

'Nashh! For fuck sake mate!' Acute exclaimed.

'Stand down officer, it's fine' Nashh smiled as he turned off all his active modules and prepared to warp his pod to safety.

A small blue flash preceded trails of grey smoke engulfing the Dal stargate in shadow and dust. With preparations made for getting the escape pod to safety the Merlin hull would prove the only casualty.

'Ok boys, now we can go home, beers are on me!'

Officer Anabaric

2011-10-10T08:29:00.000-07:00

Tjirptjirp

‘Yes’?

‘Mr kadavr? Luitenant First Grade Anabaric is here to see you’.

Send him in please, hold all Calls’.

‘Yessir, how long?’

‘Untill I say otherwise’.

‘Yessir’.

The door to Nashh Kadavrs office opened and Anabaric stepped in.

Nashh looked up from the paperwork on his desk and put his hands to his face.

'Take that stupid fucking hat off mate and sit down.'

'Ana' smiled but realized his CEO was serious and took his shimmering silver hat off and put it next to him on the floor as he sat down.

The black guard CEO continued with his work.

Anabaric cleared his throat before sliding into a more comfortable position and surveying the office around him.

The office was spacious. Full length screens covered the wall on the right, an extensively filled bookcase covered nearly the entire wall on the left. The screens showed security cameras from various hangars in the Black Guard home station and some showed market graphs depicting values of Wormhole related loot.

'Nice work on the digs bud' Ana started, nodding his head in approval.

Nashh remained quiet.

It had taken some time to get the corporation up and running and organize hangars, basic staff quarters and his own office. He had never had a real office before.

Nashh put down the electronic pen and looked over at Anabaric, whom was starting to look a little uncomfortable.

'You, young man, are starting to cost this Corp a bloody fortune' Nashh kept his eyes on Officer Ana and opened the top right drawer of his desk.

Anabaric shifted uneasily.

'Did you know it costs me 5 mil every time I have to officially register one of these?' Nashh smiled as he threw a little wooden box across the desk.

Ana relaxed a little as he opened the box and regarded the medal inside it. It was a 'Golden Eagle' awarded only to those capable pilots, able to destroy an enemy vessel of at least one class higher than the one they are piloting themselves. It is a highly regarded medal but Ana had collected a fair few shiny chest decorations over the last few months.

He smiled, and slipped the box into an inside pocket, 'thanks boss'.

A sharp beep came from the inside of another pocket and Anabaric produced a Neo-comm. He read the message and his eyed widened.

'You are a great example to the new recruits Ana, glad you are on our side...I..'

'Nashh' Anabaric interrupted, 'I have something urgent to take care of, do you mind if we continue this later?'.

The KBG CEO looked at the combat pilot in front of him and grunted. Waving his hands he dismissed him.

-----

Within 30 minutes of the short meeting Nashh received notification of a member being involved in combat.

On opening the mail and checking the data he sighed.

You little fucker...

EPIC CDM Preperations...

2011-10-08T09:37:00.000-07:00

So it has been a while since any CDM related post have been made so here you go an update on where myself and CDM is at.

With running multiple corps my time has been spend on them mainly and whilst is still can, I spend a lot of time on getting the frame work put in place and the general upkeep of said corps as well. I never intended to run any corp to be very honest, I just wanted to do the WH adventure all by my lonesome. However, once I dedicate myself to something I do it all the way. And tbh I am loving it.

The WH corp is going strong and we have a really good bunch of folks in there, at present there are 10 members that are active and make isk, good isk. These guys are supported by about 15 alts; fleet-boosting, salvaging or spare probers. This corp is still recruiting but friends and family only at this stage.

The PVP corp, Kadavr Black Guards, is also coming on leaps and bounds. Running at about 20 members spread across EU and UK time-zones we are slowly starting to look like something serious. We currently have an additional 4 pilots on their trial period and a further 4 pilots in OUCH University coming our way as well soon. Yes we are recruiting so don’t be shy come and apply on our web page here; http://kadavr.eve-ransoms.com.

Then there is the daily management of said corps, alliance newsletters, building on our awesome forum, dealing with the occasional diplomatic issues that pop up, actually undocking and shooting stuff, loot pay-outs, recruitment and then… maybe then when I have a sliver of time spare I write a little on the blog.

Which is what this post is all about but I digressed sorry.

‘’So CDM, is it dead?’’ I get asked in local occasionally, well no its not dead dude but I am fucking busy mkay. That and to be very honest I already know the outcome of the next CDM and I am a little scared.

Some of you may know that indeed the next Celebrity Death Match will be with my good buddy Lady Shaniqua. LS has been my mentor on several of my projects and is by far the best PVPer I have had the privilege of flying with on many occasions.

We have obviously had our little scraps and thus far the outcome has been pretty much the same every time; me ending up in a ball of flames. So I put my dilemma to LS a while ago, I didn’t want to have a straight-up-scrap in ships of the Celebs choosing coz it would only end in guaranteed tears for me. So to at least give me a little tiny chance of getting a genuine LS killmail we needed to come up with something a bit different.

Well this CDM will run out into EPIC proportions indeed, a video to accompany it and the most isk fielded in any CDM so far for sure.

Both of us are allowed to spend a certain amount of points on no more than 6 space boats each. One could just field 2 I guess but general statistics don’t bode well for tactics like that. Other than that we are not allowed to field any ECM of any kind, no faction or complex modules and no pirate implants.

The point system has been taken from the last Alliance Tournament and goes as following;

Battleship, Faction - 21

Marauder - 18

Battleship - 18

Black Ops Battleship - 18

Command Ship - 16

Strategic Cruiser - 16

Cruiser, Faction - 14

Heavy Assault Cruiser - 13

Battlecruiser (Tier 2) - 13

Recon Ship - 13

Heavy Interdictor - 13

Logistics Cruiser - 12

Battlecruiser (Tier 1) - 10

Cruiser - 8

Bomber - 6

Electronic Attack Frigate - 5

Frigate, Faction - 4

Assault Frigate - 4

Interdictor - 3

Interceptor - 3

Frigate - 3

Tech 1 Industrial Ships - 3

Destroyer - 2

The definitions of 'Tier 1' and 'Tier 2' Battlecruisers are as follows: Tier 1 Battlecruisers are: Cyclone, Brutix, Ferox, Prophecy. Tier 2 Battlecruisers are: Hurricane, Myrmidon, Drake, Harbinger.

So the plan is to fight in an arena of no bigger than 125 km, warp in your battleboat and do battle, you lose the boat, you dock up and get your second etc etc until one of the contestants doesn’t have any boats left.

If you win a particular round you don’t get to dock up for repairs btw and thus looting the field for drones, ammo and cap boosters is a likely tactic to expect. At the end of the fights the victor gets to take the loot from the battle field and salvage if he/she so wishes.

Pretty straight forward really but not so much when you start spending your points and start thinking about what ship to bring first and what if your opponent brings such and such…

My ship list is ready, or so it was. LS has run into some isk unfortunately and is now the owner of a Machariel spaceboat. Which got me thinking... he could bring that and blow my 5 boats straight out of the sky winning 5-0.

Of course my ship-list will remain sekrit until the day itself but please feel free to comment below with the ships you would bring, how would you spend your points and what boat would you bring out first? Would you have crazy fits or more classic style pvp stuff?

I gues I am shitting myself and can’t ask LS to help me on this one….

Black Guards have Cyber ... and crew

2011-09-28T19:27:00.000-07:00

Nashh looked over the figures Morrigan presented to him. Nodding agreeably he flicked through a few pages worth of numbers and graphs.

'Excellent work Morrigan, excellent'. Nashh flicked back to one of the earlier pages and highlighted a few items. 'Pay these out at market price will you, add 20% extra, then box up the items and send them to Tibbs'.

'Yessir' Morrigan sighed, she never did like that Bastard.

Nashh simply smiled at her. 'Give my regards to the boys as well; tell them to keep up the good work'.

'I will' the loyal assistant smiled. 'How is it going here? Miss me yet?'

'Ha!' Nashh started, 'yeah I miss you alright, but I need you in there babes, I wouldn't trust anyone else'.

Nashh wrapped his right hand around her neck and kissed her forehead. Morrigan looked up and pouted in the hope for a more intimate kiss but he had already turned away...

Oblivious to her advance Nashh started to ramble on about all the different methods he has tried or is trying to recruit more members. He then proceeded to tell her all the reasons why people should join and how he didn't understand...

Morrigan only half listened, nodding and humming in agreement occasionally.

'I just need a few more members, you know, to get the ball rolling..'

'I mean what else hey? What else can I possibly do?' Nashh turned to see Morrigan packing away her Neo-pad. 'You gotta go already?' Nashh looked from his watch back to her.

'Yes Nashh, good luck here though hey' she kissed him on the cheek as she passed by.

'Try calling old friends!' she shouted before closing the door behind her.

'I haven't got any!' Nashh shouted back.

He muttered some swearwords under his breath, picked up the mug of cold coffee and took a swig.

He muttered some more...

Tjirptjirp sounded the high-pitched buzzer on his intercom.

'Yeah what?'

'Good morning to you too sir'. It was Anabaric.

Nashh grumbled.

'Yeah so anyway there are some guys here to see you'.

'Who is it mate, I am busy'.

There was static noise and the volume dropped but Nashh could make out some voices.

A crackle sounded and Officer 'Ana' returned, 'Cyber or some shit and his crew, he says he is your mate?'.

'Cyber? Wait...'

The intercom crackled again and a vague yelp could be heard.

The voice on the intercom had changed.

'Nashh, it's me Cyber, come down here I have news about your recruitment'.

Nashh fell silent for a moment.

'Oi, Nashh!'

'Er.. yep, yes, roger.. I am on my way down now'.

-=o0o=-

With a loud hiss the lift doors opened to the Black Guard hangar. Nashh stepped out, slowly, not really sure what to expect.

Acute and Caldarla stood a little further down the hall in front of a Rifter class frigate under construction. They were nodding as Cyber spoke to them, using both his hands to depict a battle scene or so it appeared. Anabaric and three other figures were in deep conversation over by some ammo crates until one of them looked up.

Delisa excused herself from the little group and made her way over. Nashh smiled awkwardly and stuck out his hand, 'hi'.

Delisa broke out a firm salute and clicked her heels, 'Delisa, reporting for duty, Sir!'.

'I...er' Nashh started, 'at ease...'.

'Yessir, it's a pleasure meeting you sir' Delisa continued, 'Cyber has told me all about you'.

'Has he now...' Nashh looked over Delisa's shoulder and saw Cyber walking over. 'You can call me Nashh, drop the Sir ok?'.

'Yes... Nashh' Delisa struggled. 'I shall leave you two to talk' she smiled at the two CEO's and turned to join the group of men further down the hall.

'Friendly crew you got there Cyber' the Black Guards CEO began, 'I don't owe you any money do I?'

Cyber grinned, 'no mate, I would remember'. The imposing Amarrian slowly looked around, checking out the hangar from floor to ceiling. 'Its a bit empty here buddy...'

'Cyber, no offense but the suspense is killing me...'

'Good news and bad news mate' Cyber smiled and put a hand on Nashh's shoulder. 'Bad news is that I have little to no control over Lex' Cyber looked over at the huddle of pilots, 'nobody does.....'.

Lex sat on an ammo crate with one arm resting on his knee. He looked over and nodded, as if he knew he was being talked about.

Nashh nodded back. 'Right, gotcha'.

'Good news is that your Corp will grow nearly twice-fold in the next 24 hours'.

Nashh looked perplexed. 'I...er..'.

'Unless recruitment is closed mate?' Nashh snapped out of his daze, 'Hell no brother!' Nashh grabbed the Renegade CEO's hand and shook it. 'Awesome stuff!' Nashh slung an arm around Cyber as the two of the walked over to the rest of the crew. 'This calls for a beer! First round is on me!'.

'No Nashh, all the beers are on you...'.

How to make friends and eliminate them...

2011-09-26T10:21:00.000-07:00

How to make friends...

So the other day a fresh Amarr militia dude pops up in local. After initially running away from him it didn't take long before he pipes up in local and some friendly banter ensues.

After some chatter he offers to fight a good old 1v1 and of course I accept. He wanted to fight in attack frigates but the ships he proposed to bring spelled certain doom for my available boats. Instead I suggested either T1 frigates or cruisers.

After deliberating and shopping around Lord Servant managed to get together a T1 cruiser.

I boarded an old Vexor attack vessel and warped to the safe of his choosing. With significantly more time in-game than me, my opponent was sure to beat me...but hell, I was excited anyway.

Pinging D-scan revealed an Arbitrator, a whut?

Upon exiting the warp- tunnel I immediately activated scram and web to ensure he wouldn't run away to far and out of the reach of my small blasters.

A full set of drones set to work, spewing hot lead through his shield. I choose to ignore his drones as his shield vanished in mere seconds.

Antimatter charges took a chunk out of the Arbitrators armour and it was looking good for me...

At first I expected it to be a glitch but indeed his shields were fully healed, not so good.

My shields had now perished and armour plates now started losing some of their integrity.

Overload top rack, pray...

His shields had disapeared again and another chunk of armour propelled into the darkness... Good.

Full shields... Not good. Although... at this stage I was confident that his oversized booster could not keep up with the incoming DPS.

Each time his booster activated it was a second too late...

A satisfying flash was followed by the remains of Lord Servants 80 million Arbitrator being spread across the Dal blackness.

GF!'s where exchanged, I gave him back his dropped gear and we exchanged some fits.

Lord Servant is a top guy and good fun was had all round. Of course I questioned his allegiance to the Amarr and tried to convince him to join KGB, but alas.

Regardless, I made a friend...

-=oOo=-

…and how to eliminate them...

Forming fleets can be hard in a small Corp like KBG. We are growing but until we can field our own gangs and fleets we join in with friends or go out solo or duos.

One of my 10 intel-channels mentioned a pair of unsavoury characters were in our area and appeared to be passing through our system. I nudged my US-time zone-right-hand-man Acute Dragonis and before I could even explain he had undocked and was waiting for me.

I undocked in my Sleipnir as I still haven't actually killed anyone with it and it felt like the right time.

Warping to the Auga gate I expected the two pirate BC's to come in from I was a little surprised to find a Dominix instead. Great intel is hard to get sometimes I guess.

Unsure why a Dominix would fly around these parts solo I warped to a spot 160k of the gate.

Brutis Kahn was the pilot; Podla. Well this does generally mean two things; one is that he is skilled beyond your abilities and two; he is highly likely to be alone.

I creep in closer but keep at least 50 clicks of space between myself and the Dominix. Yes I am a little nervous...

D-scan revealed a Legion in the local area and danger loomed.

As Acute and myself where debating the options the gate flashed again.

Lord Servant didn't waste any time and uncloaked his mighty Machariel and opened fire on my Sleipnir. The Dominix also proceeded to lock me up and at that stage it was obvious me and Acute had to bail.

I was still a little confused as to why Podla would be working with the Amarr militia... Until I saw GF's exchanged in local.

Mmmm, immediately I convo'd Mr Kahn to confirm that indeed he expected me to die and wanted to whore on the killmail. Fine, no problem, I would have done the same.

Without too much thought I contracted Brutis Kahn a Myrmidon and we agreed to work together on bringing down at least the Mach.

I have no Battleships available and with what we were facing or possibly facing we made the call; bring out the Thanny.

To the best of our knowledge we were facing at least a Tengu, Machariel, a Harpy and some other assorted chaff. And more possibly waiting next door…

Brutis and Acute both fit scramblers and undocked to secure points on whatever would be out there waiting.

'Point' Brutis calmly spoke, ‘secondary point' Acute confirmed. Come on out Brutis Kahn requested as his Myrmidon started to take heavy damage.

A deep breath preceded me undocking the Thanatos, this could end in tears.

It took a considerable amount of time to lock up the three ships in front of me. First; both the friendly Battlecruisers received some much needed love.

Already ejected fighters sped towards the stricken Machariel and opened fire. Heavy energy neutralizers started to cycle, adding to the pain Lord Servant was now sure to be suffering.

A Cynabal and a Drake had now entered the field and Brutis skilfully switched his scrambler to the faction cruiser.

For the Mach it was too late, sustained fire from 10 combat drones, 10 fighters and 11 overheated auto cannons finally proved too much.

The Harpy attack frigate now joined the fray but with a wrong call on whom to shoot the Sentry guns made short work of him.

Acute positioned himself to tackle the Drake as combined firepower cut down the Cynabal.

In his attempt to get tackle on the Drake, officer Dragonis burned out his scrambler and although free to leave the field of battle the Drake remained to suffer the fate of his friends.

A local spike signalled the cavalry had finally arrived, obviously there to avenge the Machariel loss and the smell of a Carrier kill.

Officer Acute Dragonis and Podla Brutis Kahn docked up safely as several battleships and Battlecruisers landed around the TLF station.

Of course I thought about engaging but the overview alone showed enough firepower to drop the Thanny in less than 2 minutes.

Time to bail.

Sour GF's sounded off in local, followed by a barrage of accusations we blobbed them and can't bring fair fights.

Now I take that to heart actually. I am mostly the guy that fights outnumbered and get blobbed, in most cases die. I am the man that will never turn down a duel, and always return your stuff after an arranged fight. If e-honor truly exists I master it.

With what we were certain to face and with what is likely to come through the gate from the Amarr heavy neighbouring systems I think we made the right tactical calls and came away victorious, righteously.

Undocking in less than we did would have been near certain suicide, I dont even know why I am defending myself here btw...

Perhaps if we would have undocked in 3 BC's and taken a beating Lord Servant would have poured GF's in local and we would still be friends.

Instead I eliminated him...

Also read Acute Dragonis Version of events here!

Twitter here I come...

2011-09-25T12:57:00.000-07:00

So I have finally given in to the pressure and also signed up to twitter. Find me as NashhKadavr and add me so I can add you and then we can tweet? I think.

I still have to master the twittering skills but I have a pirate-twitter-hat sorted thanks to Rixx Javix so I guess nothing can go wrong right?

Did I mention I am recruiting yet today? maybe not, come check out our website here;

http://kadavr.eve-ransoms.com/

Black Guards are recruiting damnit!!!1!

2011-09-23T11:44:00.000-07:00

With the start of two corps my time and attention had to be split significantly over the last few months.

The WH Corp is ticking over nicely now though and with 2 directors appointed it is working smoothly without too much of my help. I still do the admin and loot recording/ payouts but a great little venture it has proven to be.

Recruitment is still open for the WH Corp but only for friends and family. So if you are not one of those, don't ask.

My main attention and drive is to recruit for the PVP Corp. Facebook, blogs, podcast interviews and adverts, forum spam, recruitment channels, you name it. Nobody will be safe from the recruitment frenzy, don't be surprised if the first thing I blabber out at you is 'so when are you joining?'.

Summertime is over, pixelated-space-boat-captains around the world will be returning after a refreshing break. All the CCP haters are slowly switching of their tanks and robots to return to the one and only game to play.

Come and make space-boat violence with us!

Our forum is alive and full of informative stuffs. Our killboard occasionally has some green on it and we have an awesome webpage with automated application system.

Go on, come check us out here.

So, when are YOU joining? (or folding your Corp into mine?)

A big shout out and all credit to TheHermit, Bastard director and techno wiz, the man behind the Kadavr website, forum and killboard. This sick puppy is also the creator of this little gem. You interested in one of his many services? Drop him a mail in-game! More on TheHermit's awesomeness soon...

Frigate Lovin

2011-09-19T13:22:00.000-07:00

So over the last few weeks I have been bringing in a small stack of Rifters, losing them nicely here or there.

Being part of the militia allows for targets at gates and stations whilst flying frigate-hulls. Yes, targets are halved as we don’t shoot our own militia but in general it has been nice to take out frigates and shoot stuffs without worrying about sentry-fire.

In some cases I have been rather careless and lost Rifters without paying attention but for the low cost of the Rifter risks can be taken occasionally.

The crappy intel-channels for our militia piped up to say there where a few Amarians repping a POS in Auga the other day after Pandemic Legion dropped some bored pilots on it. Anyway, no fleet could be mustered to go and shoot at them. So that leaves just one thing; take out a Rifter and do it myself, right?

I warped 100 clicks from the moon where the POS was based to find 2 Interceptors and 3 Scimitars doing their thing. I align the Rifter back to the Dal gate, knowing that it would never actually make it to that gate.

With the two Microwarpdrive-propelled vessels chasing my much slower Rifter I waited for the right moment, switched off my afterburner, turned around and overheated my way towards the Ares. Overheated mid-slots latched on, both scram and web, overheated auto-cannons spat hot lead, the rocket-laucher firing beyond its intended capacity.

With the Ares in structure I deactivated the scram to catch the Imperial Navy slicer that had found himself within range. As the Slicers MWD shut off the Ares erupted in a bright blue flash of victory. Regardless of the outcome I had already won the isk war.

The Slicer like any other purely gank-fit had little protection from my Rifters fury and within seconds its shield where stripped to reveal a thin layer of armour. But 2 Scimitars at the POS had burned the other direction and had warped themselves right on top of us. An eyewitness claims there where three but I cannot confirm this.

Indeed my fate was sealed; damage I did put out was immediately mitigated by the Logistic Cruisers repping abilities. The Rifter still lasted a considerable amount of time but eventually burst into a grey plume of smoke.

GF! and great fun had. I loved the smack I received from some of the ‘’Amarr-under-14-squad’’ later that day as well. Epic stuff…

Blnukem 192 ; Nashh Kadavr back to lose another ship?

Blnukem 192 ; Like a boss.

Nashh Kadavr ; dunno have you got any to lose?

Blnukem 192 ; Yes, you do.

Nashh Kadavr ; pff ares / rifter seemed a fair swap no?

Blnukem 192 ; lol you died to an ares

Blnukem 192 ; Noob

MEME; my first recorded loss.

2011-09-17T12:40:00.000-07:00

After Kirith Kodachi started this meme a little while ago I figured I should pipe up and show you mine. I owned a character as my main before Nashh so the truth is I actually lost a caracal with mixed sized shield, 100mm armorplate and mixed sized launchers with 8 different types of ammo in my hold but lets not talk about that one hey...

Nashh's First recorded loss is one I remember rather well. Nashh started out as a hauling alt and my then second main was Desmun (rip). Desmun did my building and inveting etc at the time and I started collecting all the sub BS blue prints for ships and eventually ammo and the likes. That was before I realised that non of those endevours made me any money whatsoever.

Anyways long story short; I raced to some unknown system to pick up some blueprints I had purchased and activated the auto-pilot back to my then homesystem. the entire route was highsec and with no experiance in ganking or evil in our glorious and safe hi sec I resumed other activities on another account.

This was the result.

Our very distant futures currency is Icelandic Kronur?!?

2011-09-12T21:30:00.000-07:00

So on my way to New York today I had a little stop off in Iceland. Not long enough to see any of its real beauty but I did regret not transferring a few billion of my game money to my rl account...

Black Guards have Kodachi .... Kirith Kodachi

2011-09-09T03:20:00.000-07:00

Me and Kirith go way back... Somewhere in CDM heydays we fought a few awesome scraps and I have been a big fan of his blog for a long time. In fact he is likely a reason I started blogging myself and am still.

Two years ago I tried to convince Kirith to come join the bastards but was fairly quickly rejected. M3 was still going strong at the time and Kirith was going to sit it out a bit longer in nul.

For the last few months I restarted my pursuit of acquiring him into our ranks. Hard work and some agonizing waits (and the demise of M3) but finally...

... the blogging behemoth will be shooting stuff in low sec and shooting the right direction too!

(not at me that is, not on purpose anyway)

Blog is better now thanks...

2011-09-08T03:34:00.000-07:00

Thanks for all those that pointed out that my blog had a little malware issue of some sort. I am no Tech-head so theHermit from the Bastards has kindly cured my ill blog. A few things will need re-instating like my Favourite blogs and the list of blogs I read when I have spare time...

Talking of wich I would like to recommend a few blogs of my fellow corpies (in alphabetical order);

http://alexiamorgan.blogspot.com/

http://damedeath.blogspot.com/

http://imsdemons.blogspot.com/

http://outofpodexperience.blogspot.com/

All with great content; fictious, combat logs and other shenanigans. Obviously you will see VEnoms blog missing here but maybe... just maybe she will write a little so and so again soon...

btw we are still recruiting yeah....

Black Guards have Death .... Dame Death

2011-08-27T14:26:00.000-07:00

Interviews were in full flow, applications now steadily coming in.

Nashh had arranged for an office in the Black Guards main hangar in Dal. It was heavily improvised but it sufficed for its current purpose.

The enormous hangar was littered with unpacked containers and ships still wrapped in protective plastics.

Hangar-staff scurried around organizing the shipments still being ferried in every 2 hours. Slowly but surely it started to look like something proper...

Inside the make-shift office Nashh sat behind a table serving as his desk. On his left Alexia Morgan sat studying the files of the next applicant. On his right sat Acute Dragonis, a newly appointed director of the Black Guards.

Acute looked tired, it had been a long day. He was not studying notes; he was resting one foot on the desk, balancing his chair on the back two legs.

A few applicants had been rejected, some redirected to OUCH university and some were still under consideration.

In front of the desk sat Anabaric. Nashh smiled while glancing over at the kill statistics Anabaric provided. Nashh had rejected Ana's application to the Bastards two years prior due to inexperience.

'How things have changed since last we met Ana...'

Yeah, I had some practice’ the applicant smiled awkwardly.

Nashh sat back in his chair and looked over at Acute.

Acute simply nodded, then sipped the coffee from his plastic cup.

Alexia didn't look up but showed her approval by briefly sticking up a thumb.

Nashh looked back across the desk and grinned; 'welcome aboard!'

'Excellent! I'll make my preparations and start getting my stuff moved in'.

Anabaric stood up and stretched out to shake hands with the Black Guard board of directors. Both Alexia an Acute ignored it.

Nashh shook the new recruits hand and apologized for the other directors, explaining it had indeed been a long day.

'Next!' Acute shouted, before Anabaric had even left.

'Who is next Alexia?' Nashh quizzed.

'Astral Stargazer' Alexia responded, 'but... he did say he might be late'.

'Ok, well let’s move on, what about this guy, Zaknapan, is he here?'

A loud bang interrupted the conversation. Both Nashh and Alexia looked over at Acute who hastily picked himself up from the floor.

'What the fuck are you...?'

Acute whilst wiping coffee off his jacket, nodded in the direction of the door.

Nashh sprung up from his seat.

'Dame...?'

Eliza Mariska leant up against the inside post of the door. On her forehead a frown formed.

'Eliza I mean...what er... What can I do for you?' Nashh asked, somewhat perplexed.

Dame 'Eliza Mariska' Death strolled into the office, slowly looking around.

'Nice digs mate...'

'We are working on it' Nashh smiled.

'I need a place to hold up for a few months.' Eliza picked up a plastic cup from the table in the corner and poured herself a cup of coffee from a can. She lifted the plastic cup up but before it reached her lips she put it down again. It was cold.

'it's old, sorry' Acute explained.

Eliza glanced over at the Black Guard and smiled briefly before speaking directly at Nashh.

'I will not be living in Dal, I'll be around when I am around and I will not have anybody boss me about.'

Eliza regarded the three in front of her, nobody spoke.

'And I want a director position'

Alexia and acute looked from Dame to Nashh and back.

'er.. Ok? Nashh managed to squeeze in.

'Good' she continued, 'I’ll be signing up next week'.

'Ok..' Nashh muttered. 'Any questions?'

'No Nashh, I know everything, but tell Venom I said hi'... She smiled before turning around and making her way out.

Alexia looked at the two men next to her, 'you can sit down now, if you like...'

'Was this an interview?' Acute asked to nobody in particular.

‘This was rape’ Alexia muttered.

'Dame doesn't need an interview; she takes what she wants, when she wants.'

Nashh sat down and smiled. 'We just gained Dame Death...'

'Sweet...'

Business with Tibbs...

2011-08-26T04:02:00.000-07:00

Amarr; like all the main trade hubs he hated it.

But business is business. If isk could be made, he would go anywhere.

The meeting was arranged for a few hours earlier but traveling from deep within wormhole space often caused delays.

'The emperor’s bowels' was the place they agreed to meet. It's name suitable as ever, the place stank of sewage.

Tibbs was not hard to find, the lenghty Sobiestor pirate was considerably taller than any of the other patrons.

Nashh pulled up a bar stool next to him and briefly surveyed the place. Loudly sniffing he started off; 'nice place Tibbs, what the fuck?'

Tibbs picked up the mug in front of him and took a swig. He didn't respond.

'Ok, I am sorry I am late' Nashh sighed reluctantly.

The Bastard glanced over and smiled; 'no you’re not'. From a pocket on his right leg Tibbs produced an electronic pad and placed it on the bar.

'It's a burst sewage pipe' he explained, 'something related to that fight here a few weeks ago'. 'You get used to the smell, besides, the beer is good here'.

Nashh flicked though pages of information on the data-pad. 'So ...' ,he shrugged.

Tibbs sighed and pointed at the figures that mattered the most; estimated profit.

'Right, gotcha..'

'Well I can keep supplying you with the goods no problem, but any chance you could setup an advance on this here project?'

Tibbs just smiled.

'Had a few Tengu incidents lately and a little strapped for cash' Nashh smiled back.

'A few?' Tibbsy raised a quizzical brow.

'you know what I am like'.

'Sure' Tibbs replied pulling out his Neo-comm and started a transfer.

'Right, I'd best be off' Tibbs stood up and placed his long fingered hands on Nashh's shoulder. I'll catch you in a few weeks... 'Don't be late please.'

'Good to see you tibbytibbs'.

'Good to see you too old boy, oh and get the bill for me yeah...'

Black Guards have Venom...Venom Orchid.

2011-08-21T12:22:00.000-07:00

'So?... What do you think?'

Nashh was speechless for a change.

'It's ... It's awesome' he mumbled as Venom spun around to show off her new flight jacket.

Her tight curves accentuated by even tighter leather bottoms, her rounded bum, like a shiny black peach protruded from just below the jacket.

Venom caught his eyes hovering a little lower than the jacket she was modelling for him.

'Oi! Eyes up big boy' Venom smiled.

The jacket was emblazoned with the Black Guards logo on the upper right arm, stitched with fine, gold coloured silk thread, the detail was stunning.

On the back, printed on a white back ground; the flaming skull, angelic wings and crossed rapiers he loved so much.

'There is only one place where this looks better' Venom smirked as she pushed past him. With firm strides she made her way over to the bedroom.

Nashh's eyes were firmly trained on her movement. At least, parts of it.

Venom Orchid disappeared around the corner. Seconds later she held out the jacket, paused, and dropped it on the bedroom floor...

Growing...

2011-08-12T06:40:00.000-07:00

Nashh looked around the canteen. There was a nice atmosphere, the crew was happy. Beer and rum flowed freely as they enjoyed the closing of another successful day.

He looked over to Beaute and Morrigan, they both smiled and nodded at him, briefly raising their drinks.

All this would be over for him soon, lowsec awaited. Moo would be relieving him in just a few weeks from now, the class 4 wormhole will be in safe hands.

Morrigan had taken the promotion to CEO of Kadavr Conglomorate reluctantly. She had been at his side for nearly 2 years and looked after him every step of the way.

Dragon was telling some of the newer members a tall story of being jumped a few weeks back. They laughed at him, or with him, not sure of what to make of the overconfident Tengu pilot.

The Corp did need another Director, perhaps with a little help in his social skills Dragon could be that person. His experience and dedication to wormhole life is second to none.

Jockey joked around making even the ever serious Takung laugh out loud, he had a funny laugh. Getsum appeared unusually quiet but his inquisitive nature came through occasionally as he asked about anything and everything, wanting to know all of it.

Limyc strolled over, beer in one hand, comms pad in the other.

'Tis for you bossman..' he slurred.

'Are you drunk Officer Lim' Nashh quizzed, raising an eyebrow.

Limyc handed over the Neo Com and smiled; 'tis that chick you was telling us bout, me thinks..'

Nashh looked down to find indeed it was Venom Orchid wanting to speak with him.

'Thank you officer, go get yourself a fresh beer' Nashh smiled.

'I gotta take this' he said to the room in general before turning and making his way to his private quarters.

The crew behind him whistled and jeered.

Nashh smiled and replied with a one finger salute.

Veteran?

2011-08-08T18:17:00.000-07:00

I read somewhere that reaching 50 million sp makes you a veteran.

Veteran I am.

Skill point spread is a a little sloppy on Nashh as he started out as a Salvaging alt, then skilled for Freighters and then for R&D agents. non of those are very usefull when you get to -10.

Anyways, I pulled that fairly straight after that, max fitting skills, decent armor and shield, then drone, gunnery (ac and small blastahs) and missiles are almost all at lvl 5. Most my SP are in Spaceship Command though as I am that kinda guy that cannot choose and want to fly everything....

did I mention I am recruiting lately?

New Bannahz !!1!

2011-08-05T07:16:00.000-07:00

Every once and a while you need to spoil yourself and splash out on some fresh artwork. So our Forum, killboard and my blog got some new banners, courtesy of Mr Rixx Javix.

Rixxy has kindly agreed to disband his fail-cascading corp and join up his remaining members to The Kadavr Black Guard, very nice of him as my I am in desperate need of some numbers...

Other than finding me on Facebook I am now also available on MSN messenger, find me through my email address; nshhkdvr@gmail.com.

..and YES Kadavr Black Guard is recruiting so roll up you salty dogs of war!

(or at least friendlybump this thread; http://www.eveonline.com/ingameboard.asp?a=topic&threadID=1561711&page=1

Disclaimer; Rixx Javix's corp Lucifers Hammer is not fail-cascading, and no he is not joining my corp, although I will keep presuring him to do so. Every day untill he does.

Smackelicious

2011-07-24T13:29:00.000-07:00

With the WH Corp in between homes atm I got to stretch my pvp legs, and let me tell you, it's been a while.

Anyway this post is not about my epic losses and red flavored killboard, this post is about a nice kill and the resulting smack.

Bastard hero mr Tibbs probed out a Caracal and Prophecy in a mission, I happened to be in Evati at the time and thus offered a helping hand.

Tibbsy warped his tackler to the mission gate closely followed by myself in a Navy Comet and Marco Drack. On landing at the gate there was no sign of Mr Tibbs. Before confusion set in I activated the acceleration gate.

The prophecy had bailed and there was no sign of Tibbs or Marco. There was however a Caracal floating a mere 20 k away and thus I proceeded with what any self-respecting pirate would do.

The Caracal dropped under the guns of my Comet and out pops an escape capsule. With no desire for ransoms, the pod was also dispatched leaving behind a frozen corpse.

Then this chap pipes up in local;

[17:42:16] EVE System > Channel changed to Evati Local Channel
[18:00:16] Butters xStotch > oh i forgot how faggy these low sec "pirates"are
[18:00:39] Butters xStotch > when you learn to eve come to low sec you nigger bitch
[18:01:26] Nashh Kadavr > are you racist?
[18:01:36] Butters xStotch > are you racist?
[18:01:39] Marco drack > thats abit racest sir
[18:01:45] Butters xStotch > thats a bit racest sir
[18:01:59] Butters xStotch > go cry to a gm
[18:02:08] Marco drack > LOL
[18:02:23] Butters xStotch > i forgot you have to filter yourself in low sec
[18:02:27] Marco drack > you must be crying cause you ran from your mission sir
[18:02:37] Butters xStotch > ran?
[18:02:43] Butters xStotch > no its like take my morning shit
[18:02:53] Marco drack > well your not here so must of ran sir
[18:03:08] Butters xStotch > you guys run while you shit?
[18:03:45] Nashh Kadavr > ?
[18:03:47] Nashh Kadavr > i do
[18:04:05] Butters xStotch > explains why you guys still suck dick in lowsec
[18:04:23] Nashh Kadavr > mm dick..
[18:04:33] Nashh Kadavr > nom nom
[18:05:08] Marco drack > well sir did your mum teach you how to speak?
[18:05:10] Nashh Kadavr > i am gonna do unspeakable things to your corpse
[18:05:31] TANGO 2008 > someone sounds mad....
[18:05:55] Butters xStotch > little bit
[18:06:53] Marco drack > You are making your self sound like a little boy sir so grow a pair and come back to low sec
[18:07:01] Butters xStotch > hahahahahaha
[18:07:05] Butters xStotch > you dumb bitch
[18:07:09] Butters xStotch > you have no idea
[18:07:18] Marco drack > must not sir
[18:07:32] Butters xStotch > you low sec pirates are the dumbest shit fuckers i've ever met
[18:07:43] Nashh Kadavr > boohoo
[18:07:44] Butters xStotch > "oo come to low sec its where grown ups live"
[18:07:55] Butters xStotch > we have to hang out at gates
[18:08:06] Butters xStotch > its like to mature for ppl
[18:08:06] Marco drack > of course sir are you going to bring you test allaince buddies?
[18:08:14] Butters xStotch > fuck no
[18:08:21] Butters xStotch > why the fuck would i come pvp in low sec
[18:08:28] Butters xStotch > this place blows balls
[18:08:30] Marco drack > LOL
[18:08:39] Marco drack > so does 0.0 sir
[18:08:40] Butters xStotch > you can't even use half the ships in the game
[18:08:44] Nashh Kadavr > you just cant run missions for shit mate
[18:08:48] Butters xStotch > ./face palm
[18:08:58] Butters xStotch > O RELY FUCK ASS
[18:09:01] Butters xStotch > no shit sherlock
[18:09:13] Nashh Kadavr > raging sir?
[18:09:25] Nashh Kadavr > i recommend less coffee maybe?
[18:09:34] Butters xStotch > less noobs at eve
[18:09:42] Butters xStotch > seriously come to null sec
[18:09:45] Butters xStotch > get a bigger gang
[18:09:47] Marco drack > rage quit in progress because he lost a caracal
[18:09:49] Butters xStotch > preferably armor hacs
[18:10:00] Butters xStotch > get 15-20
[18:10:05] Butters xStotch > you'll survice longer
[18:10:18] Butters xStotch > bring some dictors if you know how to fly them
[18:10:27] Nashh Kadavr > would you feel better if i'd apoligize?
[18:10:28] Marco drack > sir I lived in 0.0 before and I always go to 0.0 never see guys like you there sir?
[18:10:43] Butters xStotch > not right now
[18:10:54] Nashh Kadavr > not that i will ofcourse
[18:11:04] Nashh Kadavr > i was just asking if it would make you feel better

Very entertaining indeed, but I figured it be funny to keep this malarky going a bit longer and evemail the dudes CEO;

Racist slants by your corp member
From: Nashh Kadavr
Sent: 2011.07.21 19:02
To: BoodaBooda,

hi Boodbooda,

I just wanted to make you aware of one of your corp members misbehaving in the evati local channel. I normally dont mind a little smack, in fact i find it rather amusing, however this chap decided to use some racist slurs as well wich simply are not acceptable.

Please let me know if this character will be punished or disciplined by your self or if I should notify a GM or CCP representative instead regarding his language.

Kind regards,

Nashh Kadavr

[17:42:16] EVE System > Channel changed to Evati Local Channel
[18:00:16] Butters xStotch > oh i forgot how faggy these low sec "pirates"are
[18:00:39] Butters xStotch > when you learn to eve come to low sec you nigger bitch

ps this came after probing him in his mission and destroying his caracal.

His response was epic and made me LOL;

Re: Racist slants by your corp member
From: BoodaBooda
Sent: 2011.07.22 20:39
To: Nashh Kadavr,

Dear sir or madam,

Thank you for your kind and speedy notification regarding a corp member's racially insensitive language. I have taken the liberty of not only kicking him from corp, but erasing our corp (as well as all others) from his employment history. I have also taken the liberty of shredding his Pend Insurance contract and all outstanding medical clone contracts so that he no longer receives rookie ships, and can no longer be revived from game death. As a final precaution we fired his pod directly at a wormhole, where he will spend the rest of eternity imprisoned just like in Superman 2.

Yours truly,
Boodabooda, esq.
Minmatar, Dreddit CEO, and noted black man

A witty response to finish this saga;

Dear BoodaBooda,
Many thanks for your swift handling of the situation. I feel no punishment is sufficient for grave situations like the one you just had to deal with. Your response has been adequate and satisfactory for me not to report Butters xStotch to CONCORD and have his clone wiped; in fact his pod being stranded in WH space, just like in Superman 2, feels more appropriate.
With this being set as an example I trust no future incidents will come from any of your Corporation and/or Alliance members.
I again thank you for your time and thorough management of this matter.

Warmest regards,

Nashh Kadavr
CEO Kadavr Corp Alliance

Fun stuffs...

The next 6 months...

2011-07-16T13:12:00.000-07:00

The next 6 months...

With plenty on my plate I figured its time to plan out my time for the rest of this year.

Character development

Nashh will complete his goal of perfect gunnery and missile skills before training amarr stuff.

Moo moocow will skill for a tengu before continuing his streak of perfect lvl 5 skills. He will join the wh Corp once tengu competent.

Other Alts will include 2 bomber pilots, a t3 command pilot, a cloaky hauler, a domi mission runner and two cyno Alts.

Corp development

Ideally kadavr conglomorate reaches 20+ in number so it can colonize a class 5 wormhole by the end of the year. 3 further directors are needed to make this Corp completely self sufficient.

The faction warfare Corp will get little attention but if anyone wants to enroll a bomber alt to make themselves some isk running lowsec lvl 4's please feel free.

Black guards will get the most of my attention over the next 6 months. I am very keen to push the numbers in this Corp to beyond 30 active players. With 50% of those being hero pvp'ers. With the addition of a high profile director as Alexia Morgan I am confident this Corp will get a real momentum. Depending on the speed of my character development nashh will join this Corp personally.

CDM and the blog

Preparations for an epic cdm are underway and I will endeavor to organize at least two more (normal) CDM's before before this year is up. I have had help offered for this years EPIC CDM but more is better so put your name down. (Mynxee if you are still reading this...)

Other than that some more fiction is brewing and i guess some random ramblings will be added along the way.

Other projects

Three other projects are in the pipeline;

The EVE times

A blog feeder app for android is currently being build for eve related blogs, this to fill a small part of the giant gap Capsuleer has left in my life. This app will be open-source and a name has not come to fruition, so unless someone comes up with a better name it will be called The EVE Times. More on this later.

Commission

Cyber Ten has commissioned me to do a fictional piece for him and I hope not to disappoint.

I can't divulge too much about this ATM as it may fail before I have even started, but if it all works as planned he'd better double that isk he has offered (winkwink).

The isk earned for this project will fund the alliance that will encompass all the kadavr corporations.

Alliance tournament

Aspirations to join in next years AT are deadly serious. Participation is the goal, getting in the top 20 would be amazing. For 4 years have I sat on the sideline and watched my favorite mayhem unfold, next time I want to be part of it.

Ofcourse, if it wasn't obvious yet this is the reason for the making of an alliance all for myself. When the time comes I am sure to be needing friends to train with and possibly join the alliance to ensure I have enough pilots to play with.

Real life

This all of course comes second to my real life commitments.

I will spend as much time with my wife and kids as they can stand me for. Enjoying life as much as possible and loving the beach life for as long as this will last are the number 1 items on my list of things to do.

So, what are you up to?

Kadavr Black Guard

2011-07-15T08:18:00.000-07:00

I see comrades fall to the ''I-don't-enjoy-eve-syndrome''. It is saddening but I have been there myself so I understand.

Deep inside I know I am not ready to cast new Eden aside just yet though and I have reinvented my game play.

To do something completely different I have started a WH Corp and I undock at every given opportunity and have fun doing it!

But there was something missing. The excitement and buzz that only PVP can provide needed to re-enter my game;

Kadavr Black Guard is open for recruitment!

With sister-corps already up and running there is a great looking and informative website, forum and kill-board. (I highly recommend thehermit for any of your forum and kill-board needs!)

The black guards have recently acquired Alexia Morgan from OUCH uni glory and with her input this Corp and alliance as a whole will improve in many ways.

I am extremely lucky to have another high profile friend joining The Black Guards but more on that when this chick bails on her current Corp.

So what's the Black Guards? Well other than being just another low-sec PVP Corp there will be week-long Recon opps and we will enter the Alliance Tournament next year.

We don't do CCP politics and have an all-round positive attitude, if you are a moaner or miserable git please move on.

We are currently looking for a few more core members in the form of directors of all time zones and FC'S.

Experianced Pirates / PVP'ers and Graduates from the OUCH University will be accepted near instantly and more inexperienced PVP pilots are welcome to have a chat about our OUCH training plan.

For more information please speak to Nashh Kadavr or Alexia Morgan. Or have a look at the application form.

Progress report / b’day bashh revisited

2011-07-13T07:24:00.000-07:00

So our WH corp has started their stint in low-sec, pending our move into the new hole. So far the results have been fairly devastating to say the very least; losses include an Orca (again), a hauler, 5 battlecruisers, a t1 frigate and a Firetail. Our kills so far? Well I bravely killed a cyno Kestrel and blog reader Chigy offered up his shuttle in return for a shout-out, giving newby Getsum his first ever EVE kill. This morning Deltsbeta from the Bastards nicely arranged for tackle on a Drake and Hookbil allowing for Marco Drack and myself to finish them off, a great fight had and adrenaline pumping!

Kadavr Black Guard has employed Alexia Morgan of OUCH UNI fame as a director. A move I am incredibly excited about as Alexia will make a massive difference to the corp and alliance as a whole. The Black Guard is open to any OUCH graduates and experienced PVPérs only at the moment but training will be provided for nooblets in the future. Don’t be shy and apply! (more on this soon)

Deltsbeta also send me a few screenies from my b’day bash and Tibbs sent me an interesting report from Dotlan, proving that parties in Evati are the best!

EPIC CDM preperations, want to be involved?

2011-07-09T08:04:00.000-07:00

So the CDM post will continue although my time is limited at the moment. Running my WH corp has taken up a lot of my time, particularly as we are currently moving up a class. I have started a 3rd corp recently; Kadavr Black Guard and I intend to turn my attention to this with every spare minute. I am extremely fortunate to get help in the form of an old friend and experienced training corp CEO. But for details on that you will have to wait...

It is sometimes hard to top a CDM and keeping them interesting for any potential readers. CDM is incredibly time consuming even though it may appear to be a simple 1v1 to some.

Every once and a while you need to push your boundries even further though and I have just the thing...EPIC CDM!

Now this EPIC CDM was always going to happen but I am a little tired of predictable outcomes so fighting one of the best solo PVP'ers in game makes a straight up 1v1 very much so an unappealing prospect.

To blow this into EPIC proportions however an exiting stategy has been divised by my opponent and I am extremely exited about this project. unfortunatly I cannot divulge too many details at this stage as it would ruin the surprise.

One thing I can let you know that I had intended to bring back Teadaze as a camera man and commentator. Teadaze has unsubbed...

So what can you do to be part of this EPIC EVENT!!!?1?!

Well, what I am looking for ideally is someone to commentate on the video that will accompany this CDM, I am looking for someone with artistic skills that can help with some of the ovelays that I can not produce myself, two sponsors for the video and finally two additional pilots that have experiance with Frapps and can fly cloaky ships.

A time and date for this CDM have not been agreed just yet as the preparations and isk requirements is going to take a little time for both parties involved.

I am not asking for too much am I? Be part of something wild and exciting!

Drop me a comment below, contact me in game, evemail or mail me at nshhkdvr@gmail.com if you are interested or know someone that may want to participate.

CDM #25; El'tar (Garmon) The one that wins EVE

2011-06-30T08:29:00.001-07:00

El’tar or Garmon has been at the top of the Celebrity Death Match list for some time.

When I finally got around to contacting him it didn't take long for him to agree to duel me, his ship choice; Battleship!

The Celeb;
Now, the outcome of this fight was certain, but that didn't matter; I was going to rub shoulders with THE best pvp'er this game has ever seen.

It's a fact, love him or hate him, El’tar or Garmon or any of his many alts all, individually, have a glorious track record in small gangs, fleets, solo, meta-gaming and of course the Alliance Tournament.

Famous for his many excellent pvp videos, his temper (real or not) and his messed up sense of humour; El'tar would be CDM 25.

El’tar was very friendly and accommodating from the moment I spoke to him. He shared some of his ship-fittings and gave some tips. I was actually a little nervous but his friendly demeanour made me settle down quickly.

In preparation I checked out his loss mails (not so many) on various kill-boards, the forums and his videos. He was sure to fit an active tank and thus a heavy neut- setup my only option and chance. Roll on the Nuet Dominix!

El’tar arranged a cyno for me so I wouldn't have to make 20 jumps in a Battle-ship through low sec. upon landing in a system light-years away from Evati he kindly provided me with my most cherished kill mail; my solo kill of El’tar.

The plan was simple, warp right on top of him, scram, double web, neut and sick a set of heavy drones on him; that was pretty much it.

As my fit didn't include a propulsion module I relied heavily on him being MWD fit, and thus immobilized by the scram and webs...

The fight
Just as I had hoped we didn't have much space between us on starting the fight, Scram and webs started cycling nicely, Nos and neuts set to work.

My capacitor drained fast but near endless supplies of cap-charges kept me going.

With much pleasure I saw that his DPS was split between my drones and my hull, good as I had plenty of spare drones to eject if I were to lose any.

His shields dropped quicker than mine but he was sure to be armour tanked…

Then my first mistake; I pulled in the Ogre that was taking damage… It may not seem significant but it is; I didn't need to save that drone, I had lots more, what it did do was draw attention to the fact his drones where not firing at me but at dispensable fodder.

His medium flavoured attack drones where immediately redirected towards my boat. Shit.

El’tars Typhoon slowly pulled away from me, 5 clicks of emptiness now between us. I have no idea how he managed to get any speed at all being double webbed.

No transversal, this was toe to toe boxing... I kept telling myself to jettison a can and orbit that to negate some of the incoming DPS but I never did.

My armour at 50% his at 25% I felt confident still, then out of nowhere a massive rep and his armour only showed 75% damage. I have no idea how he did that…

He didn't manage to rep more than that one time as far as I could tell but he didn't need to; my fate was sealed…

Fire and smoke trailed behind my Dominix Class battleship, its hull ablaze.

There was nothing further to do but watch, my modules couldn't be overheated any more.

With a final push a Caldari Navy Bane Torpedo slammed through the sliver of hull holding my ship together, penetrating several decks before violently exploding and expelling the insides of the Dominix into the darkness.

I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. The result wasn't a surprise but I had really hoped for a genuine 1v1 kill-mail of this (then) living legend.

A chance nobody will ever get again, El’tar is dead. Rip Eltar.

As a stunt and to show his disturbed sense of humour, the greatest character in eve, bio'd himself. Ninety million skill points destroyed, just like that.

With plenty of remaining high-skilled alts and plenty of isk I guess he didn't need the attention a name like El’tar attracts but who knows…

I feel privileged to have met him and can only aspire to his skills, kills and spills.

More CDM soon...

Recovered... I think

2011-06-29T06:54:00.000-07:00

So the B'day bashh was hilarious, what I remember of it anyway. One hundred wrecks littered belt 3-1 in Evati and it appears I lost my Bday Firetail and Tengu... Oh and I got podded.

(pics to follow)

The following day in RL i had my actuall Bday party and dude the party rocked! Daytime drinking, Samba band, sunshine dancing you name it...

To top it all off a beach party ensued the day after that...

My liver is in agony...

The BIG three O

2011-06-16T07:06:00.000-07:00

So the BIG three O is coming my way... Never seen that one coming.

I am not much for celebrating birthdays, usually I spend them at home drinking myself silly, watching a bit of telly or something like that. Not moping or anything I just dont like b'days.

Anyway, this year I am changing that, I am having a big party at my house on Saturday 25th, snacks, supplies, lotsa beer and sunshine. (if you live near the caribean you are welcome btw)

My actual birthday is the 24th and after a lovely meal with the family I will be given a pass by the wife to get silly drunk and play EVE online in the evening. Sweet!

So you wonder what? Why should you care? Well, I would like to hereby invite anyone reading this to come to Evati on Friday the 24th June 2011 and bring a frigate of your choosing for some pewpew. I will arrange for some (100) t1 fit frigates of various flavours to be available and anyone attending is free to use these to cause havoc on any willing or unwilling Pilot in system. Btw, I hate disco's but feel free if you have to...

I am currently on EAST USA time zone and expect to be online just before midnight EVE TIME, ofcourse feel free to be there before.

If you feel the need to bring gifts then these are very welcome ofcourse, I will ensure any isk sent gets a good home ;-)

Why not leave a comment below so I know if you will be attending?

BIRTHDAY GIFTS (THANKS!)

Thanatos - Dame Death (love you)

Federation Navy Comet - Rixx Javix (thanks bro! keep strong)

Republic Fleet Firetail - Kenza (legend!)

Tengu - TheHermit (dude u rock!)

Marko Drack - Gistii - B type AB and MWD (Mucho Gracias!)

50 mil - Skyreth (Thanks for showing up!)

Recruitment Post

2011-06-10T18:41:00.000-07:00

Departing; chapter 7/7

2011-06-05T07:36:00.000-07:00

Three risky low sec trips have been completed. After the loss of Orca I, a fourth trip seemed not worth going back again.

Merchants from as far as Jita had come to pick up Transporters full of modules and ships. Some had made the journey with simple Shuttles, picking up the more valuable blue prints only.

The three Orca loads were ferried directly to Ammar and sold off in bulk.

The Iges hangar only received one Orca to offload items. Four Laches Recons, 2 command ships, 12 Battlecruisers, 6 cruisers and an assortment combat gear was sold directly on the local market.

All that remained in evati where 6 containers, mainly ammo and 38 ships, most were fitted. Nashh loved those ships. Nearly half of the ships had faction or complex modules, either to enhance performance or to assist in fitting. Most vessels had been recommended by his good friend Lady Shaniqua and fitted to his specifications.

Nashh stood in the giant hangar, it felt empty.

‘Cyber has been paid’. Morrigan stood a few feet behind him. She understood he needed his personal space right now. ‘Moo is on his way home’. ‘We have made more than we need in sales Nashh…’

‘Ok’, Nashh replied solemnly.

‘What do you want to do with the rest?’

‘Contact the Bastards, sell it to them cheap’. ‘All of it’.

‘Pirate Commodore Tibbs just popped by to say hello, do you wish to see him?’

‘Yeah... Sure’.

Tibbsy hadn't waited for permission and was already browsing the remaining gear.

‘You can go now’, Tibbs spoke directly to Morrigan.

Morrigan looked over at Nashh for confirmation.

He simply nodded and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

‘So what is for sale then big boy?’ Bastard legend Tibbs laughed out loud.

Nashh sighed… ‘That Worm over there is a gift for Hermit, the rest is for sale’.’ What do you want?’

Tibbs looked around for a few seconds then placed his right arm around Nashh's shoulder.

‘I'll take it all….’

-=o0o=-

Nashh had gathered his crew around him; Getsum, Beaute, Morrigan, Aether, Moo, Alison and Dragon.

He stood up as he addressed the group in front of him.

‘As of today this Corp owes no money, we are a standalone venture and we are breaking even’.

‘Not bad, but the time has come to expand. Over the last few weeks preparations have been made with the help of our good friend Hermit and we are ready to receive our first recruits’.
Nashh nodded in the direction of the ever optimistic Beaute; ‘Beaute Suprenate will be promoted to director and assist in keeping this station running, I would appreciate your support in this’.

‘Morrigan and I will start making preparations for the colonisation of a higher class wormhole system’.

‘Moo will base himself in Hek, highsec, and coordinate our combat excursions there. I have Contacted an old buddy of mine, Dame Death, she will look after you there and provide you with the basic training required to participate in the Minmatar war effort’.

‘A fresh start ahead of us, now let's make some isk!’

Departing; chapter 6/7

2011-05-22T06:50:00.000-07:00

‘So in real basic terms how are we doing?’

‘Well, the Corp expenses so far rack up to 14.2 billion’.

‘And the income?’

‘Four billion in the last 9 weeks, great potential I would say...’

‘That's it?’

‘Well in liquid isk yeah, but there is 2.5 billion in Corp assets and we have gained another pilot worth 4, don’t forget’.

Nashh Kadavr looked over at the new recruit, Moo Moocow, ‘you’d better earn your keep boy’.

‘There is a small gap that needs filling though and soon’. ‘Outstanding bills that are becoming urgent are about 2.8 billion, some other bills I can push back until a later date’. ‘May I recommend looking at your personal assets?’

‘No, my hangars in Iges and Evati are to remain untouched, sell whatever else I have but do not touch those’.

Nashh fell silent for a moment, just the thought of selling the ships and modules he collected over the years made him quiver. At its peak the Evati hangar had resembled Jita in the sheer quantity of goods.

‘I know just the man though’.’ I'll be back in a few days, Moo? You are coming with me...’

-=o0o=-

Nashh had met Cyber Ten on a few previous occasions, but those were vague, distant memories.
Cyber certainly never appeared to be shy on cash. On various drink and drug fuelled parties he would throw isk around as easy as buying someone a drink.

It wasn't hard to find him.

The Huffin Club was owned by Cyber, the clientele eclectic; different races and classes. But all were there for the same reason, cheap beer and topless staff.

Moo was ordered to remain in the bar area as Nashh requested to see the owner.

After passing several security checks Nashh was led to the office in the basement.

‘Nashh!’ Cyber smiled in a overfriendly manner, his eyes where wide open and watery.

The office was small; it just about fitted a small basic desk, a cupboard and an old worn leather sofa. It smelt of old beer and stale smoke.
Three small screens showed area's in the club above. One showed the dance floor, one the ladies toilets and the third overlooked the bar. Moo appeared to be enjoying some of the local beers.

The desk was surprisingly tidy compared to the rest of the room. On the middle of the desk was a large shiny platter with what can only be described as a heap of a light blue powder, some had been separated and shaped into lines.

‘Cyber?’ The guard asked from behind Nashh Kadavr.

‘Yes, you may go thanks’. Cyber dismissed the guard with his left hand whilst pinching the bridge of his nose with his right. He looked anoyed.

The guard closed the door behind himself.

‘Nashh my old friend, what can I do for you? Would you like a drink? A line?’ Cyber raised his eyebrows and used both hands to illustrated the platter in front of him.

‘Money, no and no, I am on a detox, thanks anyway’.

Cyber seemed to replay the last minute again in his head.

‘How much and for how long?’ His smile disappeared, his expression now more serious.

‘I need 3 billion for a 6 week term’, Nashh Kadavr replied calmly, as if he just asked for a bag of peanuts.

Cyber Ten sat back in his chair before opening the top drawer of the desk. From it he removed a cigar and a box of matches.

‘Six weeks huh?’ Cyber spoke slowly now; ‘the interest will be 17.5%’.

The striking and lighting of the match seemed to echo in the room. A thick cloud of cigar smoke separated the two men.

As the initial smoke dissipated and Cyber re-appeared, he had shifted forward and smiled a big smile; his watery eyes twinkled in the dim lighting.

‘You have six weeks, don't be late, don't underpay, or the boy loses his head’, the grinning loanshark nodded in the direction of the security screens.

Nashh didn't need explaining who, what or when. The security camera viewing the bar showed Moo being led away by Cyber’s henchmen.

‘Agreed...’ Nashh Kadavr nodded, ‘no problem’.

Cyber sat back in his worn office chair and smiled.

‘I'll let myself out’.

Closing the door behind him, Nashh felt weak at the knees.

'Shit…'

Departing; chapter 5/7

2011-05-19T09:52:00.000-07:00

‘Check check!’

‘Yeah what?’ Nashh grumbled.

‘Dominix on scan sir’.

‘Yeah I know’, continue’.

‘Check ...’

‘I can read the fucking scanner, shut up! There ain't no probes out, relax’.

‘Yessir...’

Rage missiles spuwed forth from the Tengus launchers, much faster and with greater accuracy than any other missile boat could ever possibly achieve.

Suddenly alarm bells flared up.

‘Warp to safe 1’, Nashh commanded calmly.

Aura's cold response spelled certain doom, and he knew it;
'You are unable to warp as external factors are interfering with your warpdrive'.

A Proteus had de-cloaked a mere 100 meters starboard.

‘Hail the captain of the Proteus, offer to pay any ransom’.

‘No response sir’.

A Dominix and an Armageddon exited a warp tunnel not far out. This was not looking good.
The Proteus emptied the capacitor faster than boosters could refill.
Within seconds the 3.5 billion vessel burst into a large plume of smoke. Wreckage and shrapnel propelled outwards into the blackness.

Nashh remained calm and instructed for his pod to escape, repeatedly.

With the overview turning red once more, he streched out, touching the inside of his pod with the palms of his hands...

...wishing he didn't have a billion worth of implants in his head.

He screamed a silent scream.

-=o0o=-

Within 24 hours of the incident Morrigan was on her way back from Amarr. A complete new Tengu fitting in the corporate hangar array of her Orca.

One jump out from the wormhole-entrance her scout warned of a Buzzard camping on the inside of the hole.

‘Nashh? Your call’.

Nashh kadavr stood on the bridge of the Amarr large tower, looking out into the cold darkness.
‘Proceed’.

‘Yessir’.

A moment of silence past…

‘Fuck, He's got a ninja-point, I am scrambled’. Dirty sounded calm and composed; ‘attempting to re-approach the hole’.

‘Incoming; Drake,Cane, Hound, Rapier..’

‘I am not going to make it’.

The signal crackled then went silent.

Nashh leaned up against the large glass panes with his forehead. ‘Why?’ He muttered to himself.

‘Sir?’

It was Aether Astaios, Morrigans assistant.

‘Yes Aether? This is not the best time’.

‘Sorry sir, it's just that I have repeated payment request for our new pilot’. ‘They want payment within 24 hours or Moo is transferred to a different buyer’.

‘Thank you Aether’.

‘I would like to be alone for a minute...’

Departing; chapter 4/7

2011-05-09T09:13:00.001-07:00

Mesmerising, like looking at the back of a pulsating spoon. Nashh always did love wormholes.

Initiate warp to Dickstar II, he instructed his Tengu. The glorious Tech3 vessel aligned smoothly before speeding to the Kadavr Conglomerate’s base of operations.

What a POS, a true marvel of design, he pondered. Four tall columns of e-war and laser turrets adorned each side of the giant structure. Just inside of those the large, gently swaying bubble of defence, reinforced by no less than 9 Shield Hardening Arrays.

The Strategic Cruiser whizzed and hissed as it was gently parked inside the Ship Maintenance hangar.

‘Coffee?’ Morrigan offered as Nashh disembarked.

‘Yeah, thanks babe’.

‘How did it go?’

‘Pfew’, Nashh started, ‘it was tough to be honest’.’ I suffered some structural damage so get someone on repairs as soon as you can’.

‘Other than that the loot score was very good’. He paused to sip some of his hot brew.’ The C3 static won't last much longer so let's go and mop up the wrecks as soon as possible’.

‘Yessir, mr CEO’, Morrigan smiled.

Nashh returned a smile. He was the happiest he'd been in some time. For months had he not flown as much as he had done in the last few weeks.

‘Let me get Aether to go back and salvage for you, you look like you need a rest’.

Nashh Kadavr seemed to contemplate the offer for a moment but then agreed, it had been another long day.

‘I have one more thing before you do take your rest, boss’.

‘Yes?’

‘We need another capable pilot for our operations here, as previously discussed’.

Nashh nodded in agreement.

‘Look at this guy here’; Morrigan handed over a neo-pad with pilot details.

Nashh's expression remained blank. ‘He can't fly anything Morrigan, his name is... Moo?! Why?’

‘Look at his core skills Nashh’.

‘Ah, I see’. Nashh fell silent, they were perfect. ‘How much?’

‘Four billion should be sufficient to entice him’.

‘Can we afford that?’

‘Just about... Just about’.

‘Get it done then...’

Departing; chapter 3/7

2011-05-09T09:13:00.000-07:00

‘Mr Flashfresh? There is a lady here to see you’.

‘Does she have an appointment?’

‘No sir but she says it's urgent’.

‘Who is it?’

‘Er.. Dirty hands?’

There was a pause on the other side of the intercom. 'Send her in'.

As Morrigan entered the CEO's office, Flashfresh stood up from his seat and smiled.
'Long time no see!' flash started, 'grab a seat, care for a drink?'

Morrigan didn’t sit down; she didn't care for a drink. She never did.

‘I wish to resign, I no longer feel qualified to spy on Nashh’. ‘Things...’ Morrigan paused.. ‘Things have gotten personal’. ‘I simply...’

Flash raised his hands, signalling for her to be silent. He sat back slowly in his large dark office chair, gently rocking it.

The office was only dimly lit; too dark to see what was in the shady parts. Flash still wore his trademark aviator sunglasses regardless.

Morrigan shuffled uneasily.

‘You have something I would like to know about, yes?’

‘Er…’ Morrigan started.

Flash raised his right hand again, demanding her silence.

‘Ok here is the deal; you tell me what I need to know and you will be discharged from your duties’. ‘Consider it your contract fulfilled’.

Morrigan looked down to the floor, before clearing her throat.

‘I need your word that no harm will be done to Nashh’.

‘Of course’, Flashfresh signalled for Morrigan to continue, ‘of course’ he repeated.

‘It appears Nashh is planning to empty the Bastard hangars’. ‘He has done extensive research into what the value of all the contents both here and in Iges’.

‘And?’ Flash quizzed.

‘Well that's it’. Morrigan was a little surprised by Flash's reaction.

Flash removed his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. He regarded Morrigan for a moment before he continued.

‘Pirate Commodore Nashh Kadavr, awarded with 14 medals, served for nearly 2 years, loyally!’ Flash rose up from his seat and slammed his fists on the table.’In a single donation he has been one of our biggest contributors in the history of our glorious corporation’. ‘And now... you care to tell me he is going to rob his beloved brothers and sisters?! With just that as proof!’

‘I... But...’Morrigan stuttered.

‘You may go’. Flash retook his seat and pointed at the door.

Morrigan was stunned, her mind racing to try and grasp hold of what had just happened.
This conversation was over, the outcome not clear. But she knew she was no longer welcome.

As the door closed behind her, Flashfresh sat in silence.

After deliberating for a considerable length of time he used the neo-com on the corner of the desk.

‘Hermit?’

‘Yessir?’

‘Don't ask me why right now but revoke Nashh's hangar rights, effective immediately’.

‘Er.. Sir, he has just resigned’. ‘He has no access’.

‘He what?... Is there anything missing?’

‘Let me check sir’.

A moment passed before Hermit returned.

‘No sir, everything is still here...’

‘Thank you Hermit, over and out’.

Flash sat in his heavy leather chair. He poured himself a small glass of rum from a bottle hidden in the bottom drawer of his oak desk.

Before sipping the golden liquid he raised his glass and muttered to himself; 'good luck, you'll be back'.

-=o0o=-

With an uneasy feeling Morrigan returned to Nashh Kadavr's luxury apartment in Evati VII.

Nashh was dressed in full pilot gear, nothing unusual, although the Bastard logo was missing from the back of the jacket.

'we need to talk' Morrigan urged.

‘Yes, I have something to tell you, follow me' Nashh interrupted.

‘I have an orca pilot on standby in case you don't want to come with me’, Nashh explained in the elevator on the way down.

‘Don't get me wrong, you are invaluable to me but I am not sure if this is the kind of adventure you wish to be part of’.

‘I.. Er..’ Morrigan started.

With a loud hiss the elevator doors opened on level B691; Nashh's personal hangar.

Alison Virpio awaited them. ‘Good morning CEO’ she smiled, saluting him as he walked past.

‘CEO?’ Morrigan asked, ‘what is going on?’

‘Are we ready Alison?’ Nashh demanded.

‘Yessir!’

‘Ready for what?’ Morrigan desperately wanted to know.

Alison handed Morrigan a neo-pad. The information shown on the first page showed the contents of the Orca parked at the far end of the enormous hangar.

‘Large ammar pos, ship-maintenance array, fuel...’Morrigan read aloud. ‘What is this?’

‘We are Kadavr Conglomerate’, Nashh smiled, ‘wormhole explorers, are you coming?’

Considering her options quickly Morrigan replied;

‘Fuck yeah...’

Departing; chapter 2/7

2011-05-09T09:12:00.001-07:00

Nashh had been dragged into his Iges IV apartment and dumped on the large White leather sofa. Out cold.

Venom kneeled by his side, gently stroking his head.

"Coffee?"

She jumped up, pistol drawn. The voice had come from the kitchen area. Venom recognised the voice, it was the same as the call she had received about an hour earlier.

"Black, two sugars." she replied, holstering her weapon.

Out of the shade Morrigan appeared with two steaming mugs. She was dressed in black from top to bottom; a skin-tight leather suit. Knee-high boots with tall heels elevated her 2 inches higher. Venom understood now why Nashh had spent so much time with this girl, and wouldn't mind to do so herself.

"There is no sugar so just black then?" she extended Venom one of the mugs.

Venom smiled, "I am surprised there is even coffee in this place".

Morrigan’s real name was Dirty Hands, clearly a joke when her name was registered. It suited her in many ways however; running errands for Nashh would frequently leave her with dirty hands. Morrigan was the name she used when introducing herself.

'I am glad you could come at such short notice, he wouldn't even listen to me anymore. I knew he would to you...'

'No worries, thanks for calling'. ‘Just in time too, he shot the tender’. Venom paused to sip from her mug. ‘I suggest he leaves station as soon as he is able’.

There is something else, Morrigan started. I am not sure where to start; Nashh is in some trouble, and possibly getting himself into some more.

‘Nashh is always in trouble’, Venom Orchid smiled, ‘don't worry, he'll sort it out or buy his way out’.

‘That is the problem you see, Nashh is in no position to buy his way out anymore, the isk is gone’.

Venoms eyes widened. She looked from Nashh to morrigan,’15 billion isk? How?’

‘Not sure yet, I am still going through all transactions he has made over the last 6 months’. ‘It looks like he has given away at least one third of his previous fortune, and there is a lot of officer equipment registered in his name’.

‘Ok’, venom scratched her head, ‘so he is broke’. ‘That isn't really the end of the world is it?’

‘No it isn't, I may be able to liquidate some assets for him to get him a decent capital again’. ‘My worries are his own plans on making isk’.

Morrigan sipped the last of her drink and put the mug on the glass table. She used a small grey remote to turn on the wall projector.

Schematics, figures and financial data flashed up.

Venom was unclear what exactly she was looking at; it looked like a stock-take or an inventory check of some sort.

"What’s this?" she shrugged.

‘It's a full inventory check of the Bastard hangars, both here and back in Evati’.

Venom looked back from the screen to Morrigan, not sure what to say.

‘Nashh has accidentally been given full access to all the corps assets’, Morrigan explained.

‘He would never...’ Venom started, ‘but ... why have all these ships and modules got values noted next to them?’

Morrigan didn't reply. She didn't have too.

‘He is going to rob the Bastards?’ Venom Orchid paused, ‘how much is it worth?’

‘Just over 8 billion so far but valuation isn't completed just yet’. ‘He hasn't got access to any liquid assets but the rest...’ Morrigan nodded in the direction of the screen.

Both vixens fell silent and stared at the heaped body on the sofa.

'Flash is gonna kill him'.

'I know' Morrigan responded.

'I mean, really kill him...'

'I know' Morrigan repeated.

Departing; chapter 1/7

2011-04-28T10:16:00.000-07:00

It was strangely quiet in 'Hope Street', Iges VI most afluent drinking establishment. Venom Orchid had been here before but the place didnt look like she remembered.

There were only a few revellers left in the venue, granted it wasnt the busiest time of day but still.Venom held at the entrance and as she looked around she spotted him at the bar.

Slowly she started to make her way over when she noticed there was no music playing. Strange.

He was drunk, no question about it. Two half empty bottles of red wine sat on the bar-top, neatly lined up with an empty beer bottle, two wineglasses, a shot glass and an empty spirit bottle. It wasnt immediatly apperant what the spirit was as the label had been carufully peeled off, but knowing him it was rum.

Venom pulled up a barstool and sat down next to Nashh. She peered over the bar saw a body on the serving side, lying in a pool of blood. There was a distinct smell of burned hair.

'How many hours have you been here Nashh?

''Two days...' Nashh croaked.

'I see', Venom paused, 'I thought you stopped drinking? and drugs for that matter' she said as she regarded the neatly line up glasses and bottles. 'In fact', she continued, 'I thought you stopped smoking?' nodding in the direction of an overflowing ashtray.

'Yeah, I did' Nashh spoke with a croaky voice. He slowly turned sideways before lighting another cigarette. He inhaled deeply before blowing a large plume of grey smoke in her direction.

His eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated, bloodshot and the little 'white' that was visible looked almost grey.

'O dear... look at the state of you'. Venom Orchid looked over at the body on the floor, 'and him?

''He wouldnt give me what I wanted' Nashh Kadavr slurred.

'Well I guess security is on its way then' Venom looked around, 'time to go?'

Nashh sighed deeply, 'yeah, probably a good idea...'

Stuff is brewing

2011-04-15T21:15:00.000-07:00

stuff being told here soon...

An audiance with a Bastard

2010-12-22T05:59:00.000-08:00

So some of the UK based Bastards are having a catch up on the 3rd of January 2011 in London, so far we are not too sure how many will turn up but we have a few Bastards that will deffo be there, including myself.

The meeting place will be close to a mayor train-station in London and will start from about 1pm untill whenever. Personally I intend to be there for about 1pm to maximise drinking time as that is my favourite hobby.

Anyways, if you want to meet some of the Bastards and friends put your name down in the comments below and hook up with us, share a few beers, talk space ships/blogs about space ships/ beer and other related news.

(Location will be confirmed in the next week or so)

Did I mention there will be beer?

Fiction; Venom's Bite

2010-12-14T05:23:00.000-08:00

After nagging long enough my dear friend Venom Orchid has written a little story for me. Hopefully this wont be the last and maybe, just maybe we will work together on some more fiction!

This story is set about 1.5 years ago, just before I joined the Bastards, just before my CDM with Venom Orchid.

Enjoy!;

-=o0o=-

Life has become predictable in our little pocket of space. For over a year the Hellcats have lived with the Bastards in Evati, all but picking the bones clean off anyone thinking of entering our space. We own this area, even if we don’t want to claim it. We are pirates, we don’t settle down in front of nice cozy fires. We settle down with bottles of booze and other people’s belongings.

“Mynx, I’m bored.”

“Knock it off kid or I’ll kick it out of you, you know I hate that talk. You make your life as you will.” Mynx, as the Hellcats stern leader, had a booming emphatic voice when she needed to get a point across.

“Come on luv, don’t take that tone with me, you know what I’m talking about.” Being a new Director, I was starting to feel greater concern for the girls in our corp.

“Yea, I do, it’s been coming for a while.”

“It has and it hurts to think about it but we need to spread our wings or risk losing ourselves.” For some time we had been discussing if we should leave our brothers, The Bastards, and make a solo name for ourselves in another system.

I thought to myself, what if we break off from the Bastards and that kills us, stay and die or leave and die....fuck.

Mynx motioned for the bar owner to send us another bottle of red wine we donated to his cause, having earlier lifted it from a transport ship coming into Evati. He sold it and made a profit, so long as we were given as much as we wanted on the house. We drank most of what we brought him.

As Mynx was pouring the red gurgling liquid into our glasses, someone caught my attention as they entered the bar. My gaze was locked as Mynx looked up and back to see what I was looking at.

“Who’s that?” Mynx mused with a wry smile.

“Fuck, that pilot won’t leave me alone, everywhere I go, he shows up.”

“What do you mean,” Mynx asked, “He’s hot as hell.”

“No, he’s not bugging me for sex like the rest of the slags in this place. He wants to fight me. He showed up in system a few days ago and started hunting me, of course, I hunted back but when I found him, he didn’t fire on me. He hailed me and made me an offer, something about me being known, and he wants a fight, a quest he is on or something, its bullshit, I don’t trust him.”

“Uh huh, and why are you staring at him if he’s so bad?”

“I’m what?’ My face turned three times redder than my tribal tattoo's on my face.

“Ha! I knew it, why don’t you just fuck him instead, you know it’s what you’d rather do.”

“Fuck you Mynx.”

While she and I were arguing I took my eyes of him for a second, enough time for him to slither up to us at the bar.

“Ladies...,” Nashh said with a grin.

You have got to be kidding me, why the fuck can’t you leave me alone?

“Nashh, this is my boss Mynxee, have you met?”

“No, I have not had the pleasure, but I hope to soon.”

Myx’s eyes rolled in her head, being Hellcats and women we have to fight off this shit daily. Instead of answering she got up from the bar and swayed away from us, both of us watching her as she left.

“You two must have an interesting relationship,” Nashh mused.

“Fuck off, what she and I have is none of your concern. You still following me around?”

“Come on Venom, just one fight, with rules you can live with.”

Nashh grabbed our bottle and poured more red wine into my glass, looking up, he flashed me a smile.

“Damn it, fine, Rifters with a point; I don’t want your skinny ass getting away from me.”

Shit, did I just say ‘skinny ass getting away from me’? Get a grip Venom, he’s a guy, remember.

Again I blush and Nashh notices. He sits back on the barstool, and I can see he’s full of inked skin and a toned chest. It’s no secret that I prefer women to men sexually. In flight, I would rather be with men, save Mynx and a few other Hellcats. So, why am I suddenly attracted to this guy?

Fuck, fuck, fuck; enough.

“Tomorrow, come find me, and we can have your little fight.”

Nashh looks at me squarely, “What, you’re leaving so soon, I thought we were starting to have fun?”

“Piss off, this room is full of prostitutes, and I’m not one of em.”

EVEreport Pod Talk

2010-11-26T16:47:00.000-08:00

This is the linky link for my Pod Talk over at EVEreport;

http://www.evereport.com/eve-community/pod-talk-nashh-kadavr.html

great website! check it out!

Fiction; Congrats Hermit

2010-11-23T14:56:00.000-08:00

It was rare for this many Bastards to be together all in one place. Word got round that there was some important news to be heard. No doubt, there would be some sort of address from their CEO with free beer to ensure a decent turnout. Most of the more well known Bastards were there; Fenneck, Fizzix, InterDict, Vig, Silv, Arrhideaus, Hermit, Tibbsy, Raven, Jaba, Jman, Jmarr, Blackler, Persephone and Nashh. Even z0de had made a guest appearance although he didn’t stick around and left early. Other Bastards’ pirates, too far away to come back had arranged for camera drones to be made ready to relay the information back to them.

The rowdy bunch had gathered in the old cargo container they had made into their impromptu office and meeting room. It was located at the far end of hangar B-6. Loud talking about nothing much at all was the order of the day, pirates swapping tall tales in response to even taller tales of daring do’. Nothing unusual in this part of low sec space and certainly not for this crowd.

‘Atten-shun!’ Viginti shouted over the loud hubbub; making some Bastards chuckle as Vig was almost like an Uncle to everyone here. Though one would add it was of the cuddly Uncle-with-the-shotgun hidden under the sofa, type of uncle. Everyone went quiet so as to listen to what their CEO, Flashfresh, had to say.

“Thank you Viginti”, Flash nodded for Viginti to take a seat. “I’ll keep this short and sweet. As most of you will have noticed Raelyf has been less active over the months gone by and this morning he regrettably resigned as a Bastards’ Director”.

There was a silence in the room. Glances were exchanged between some of the pirates.

Flash continued, slowly taking in the assembled pirates around the room. “Raelyf is not leaving, Raelyf is not dead, Raelyf will be back. Raelyf is doing something that hasn’t been witnessed for a long time in any profession certainly not ours: he is relinquishing some power. He has observed each and every one of you and he made the decision for Hermit to take his position. He submitted the nomination to me this morning and I support this decision, in full”.

A buzz sounded around the room as Bastards whispered to each other and some began clapping. Two of the camera drones, hovering bumped into each other with a clang. Flash raised both hands, silencing the room before he continued.

“I am sure you will all agree that Hermit is an excellent choice: he is active, leads by example, is well liked and has the right pirating spirit! Now please join me and raise your glasses in celebration of Hermits promotion!” Flashfresh smiled his big smile.

The Bastards stood up from their seats, cheering and clapping.

“Woot! Yeah! Good work!” Jman shouted. Persephone ran up and jumped on Hermit, squeezing him as hard as she could. She had been away for a while and had only just recently returned. Tibbs, one of Hermit’s closest colleagues thumped Hermit on the back. One pirate decided to let loose with his side-arm but he was quickly jumped on and disarmed. It looked like Captain Blackler though it was difficult to tell. Arrhideaus strolled over to where Hermit stood, now being crowded by fellow pirates; “Dude, man...” he started, “well deserved”.

Monitors, dormant until now, flickered into life as the other Bastards Captains, not physically present all linked in, eager to get their messages across.

Nashh had not left his seat and he was not cheering. He emptied the remainder of his drink, spilling some down the sides of his mouth, before letting his feet slip from the table. He sighed, wiped his face with both hands then slapped them on his knees. Stomping his feet he launched himself forward from his chair. Without stopping he marched past the group huddled around a smiling Hermit.

The newly appointed Director glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Nashh leaving. His smile faded but with many pilots wishing him well and pouring beer over his head his mood soon picked up.

-=o0o=-

It used to be his regular seat, but he hadn’t been in the ‘Long John Pub’ for some time. His assistants Morrigan and Aether had made sure to reduce his drink and drug habit.

Nashh Kadavr didn't have to look: the figure that stood behind him carried enough presence not to need any introduction.

“Is this seat free?” Flashfresh asked rhetorically.

Nashh didn't speak, he knew that it didn’t matter what answer he gave, Flashfresh would be sitting there regardless.

Flash signalled to the bartender for two more drinks. “I sense disquiet in you. You disagree with the decision?” Flashfresh asked politely as he took his seat.

“No, I do not.” Nashh cleared his throat, “He is the best man for the job”.

Flashfresh nodded as he sipped his rum, served in a two-inch high, slim shot-glass. The caramel coloured liquid was one they both enjoyed.

“Your dedication to the Corp is not doubted.”

Nashh picked up his drink and peered at it intently. “I know,” Nashh said before emptying the glass. He held the glass up, and looked at the bartender, signalling him over for yet another top-up.

“You can leave the bottle my good man, thank you.” Flashfresh smiled politely at the tender, making it clear that he didn’t want to be disturbed again. The bartender melted away.

The silence that followed made Nashh uncomfortable and he shifted uneasily on his barstool. He knew he had to explain his actions earlier that day. There was no way Flashfresh would let him get away with disrespectful behaviour like that. Flashfresh looked calm and unarmed, but that didn’t mean anything; henchmen to do unspeakable things for Flash would be hidden from view until needed.

“I…” he started, “…think I need a break for a while”.

Flashfresh didn’t interrupt; he picked up the bottle of aged rum and carefully topped up both glasses before moving one of them closer to Nashh. Flashfresh then reached up and carefully removed his sunglasses. He nodded and winked, encouraging Nashh to continue. It wasn’t often that Flashfresh was seen without his ever present aviator style sunglasses.

‘I have a lot on my plate at the moment sir.” Nashh continued, “And I don’t feel I can fulfil my duties as recruitment officer at this very stage.” Nashh paused and waited for his CEO to respond. Flash merely raised an eyebrow and motioned for Nashh to continue.

“I am considering moving to null-sec for a little while; I have some friends that asked if I could help them out with some stuff. It would give me an opportunity to practise some things....”

Flashfresh reached over and put a hand on his fellow Bastard’s shoulder and smiled at him. “You will be sorely missed my friend, but I know you will return”.

There was a pause before Flashfresh pressed the issue that was bothering him; “You understand why Hermit was chosen as a Director, yes?” Flashfresh placed the shot-glass onto the table and steepled his hands in front of his face. Peering into Nashh’s eyes Flashfresh asked the question that Nashh had steeled himself. “This has nothing to do with your desire to leave Nashh?”

“No.” Nashh replied firmly.

“Do you wish to resign your commission as a Bastard Nashh?” Flashfresh asked before pouring and sipping another drink.

“I do not.” Nashh sighed, “If at all possible I would like to keep my place in the corporation, but I understand if you wish for me to remove myself entirely”.

“I have to say that the timing of all this is, unusual.” Flashfresh sat back and looked at Nashh. He mentally recalled his first encounter with him, the explosion of Flashfresh’s own ship, the camaraderie and the laughs.
Nashh was a pirate but cut from a different cloth that most. Flashfresh also remembered the drugs; the massive cocktail of drugs that was ingested by Nashh and his frequent ‘disappearances’ for days sometimes weeks on end.

Flashfresh sighed…

“On my home planet,” Flash started saying with a far-away look in his eyes, “There is an ancient ritual called ‘Walkabout’, it is a common event among many of our tribes. This ritual requires a younger tribe member to set out on his own for six weeks or more with limited resources and go on a journey of self discovery”. “This journey of self-discovery is useful when your own life is still ahead of you or your life is so cluttered with the detritus of living that you can’t see your way anymore. One should always keep moving until one comes back.”

The pair of pirates sat in silence for a moment. Both taking a moment to reflect on the conversation and to enjoy their drink.

“How long was your walkabout sir?” Nashh Kadavr asked after a few minutes.

Flashfresh regarded Nashh with a twinkle in his eye. “I am still on it” . Flash stood up from his seat, with his glass still in his hand. “You’ll come back even better and stronger.” Flash emptied the remaining golden fluid before putting the glass on the bar. He removed a pair of aviator sunglasses from an inside pocket and put them on. “See you when we see you, son.” he smiled and disappeared.

In a strange way Nashh felt relieved, speaking to his CEO could be stressful at the best of times but there was an innate sense he just had a ‘real’ conversation with him. With his CEO’s blessing he pulled out his Neo-com and scrolled down his list of contacts, found what he was looking for and made connection…

“Rixx! How are you mate? Have you got a minute?

Read E-ON? how cool is this!?

2010-11-19T09:45:00.000-08:00

CDM #24; Sard Caid, Billionaire playboy in black rubber pants?

2010-11-18T13:12:00.000-08:00

CDM #24; Sard Caid, Billionaire playboy in black rubber pants?

The Celeb, preparation…

Sard Caid, what an excellent pirate name… every time his name comes up in one of the many Intel-channels we now share it fills me with dread. It exudes danger, dread and horror. Intimidating as his name had always been to me, his actions proved that it was not just hot air. This man means business, being ranked within Battleclinic’s top 500 pilots and an impressive solo career behind him.

On a few occasions we had spoken, nothing more than comments here or there though. Brief encounters in solar systems far and wide. I learned about Sard well over a year ago, when I read his blog through the now dead Capsuleer application. Tales of action and the result of looking for action, vividly explained in a well written manner and the occasional sprinkle of excellent Fiction. Broadside is an ingenious name for a PVP biased blog, for those not familiar with the term broadside; this is the wiki link.

Sard also managed to get himself a cool article in E-On!

I contacted Mr Caid a few weeks ago and asked if he would be interested in meeting me for a Celebrity Death Match. Sard was not familiar with my blog but after some explaining he agreed to meet me. It took him a few hours to catch up on some of some previous CDM’s and the rules. This CDM was to be different than any other, excellent. Sard proposed to fight in T1 frigates and to duel it out over 5 fights, first to 3 wins. Each fight a new frigate flavour would have to be used, No Faction items other than ammo were allowed, ECM would be allowed however Sard laughed; ‘ECM makes baby Jesus cry’… ‘Ha! Yeah’ I sniggered, making a mental note to not bring ECM.

With a fleet of war vessels at my disposal, choosing ships should be an easy task, right? Wrong. Worms, Comets, Dramiels, Daredevils and other such goodies are classified Faction and thus a nono, Enyo’s, Ishkurs, Wolves and various other frigate sized hulls adorn the many docking slots in my hangar; frigate sized yes but T1 they are not.

Ok so let’s take the T1 frigates that I have flown before and know work in some way or another;

‘Nuet-Riftah’ (one of LS’s designs), ‘Kessy of Doom’ (a CDM classic), ‘Chack’nul’ (Tristan fit by Chack’nul), and ‘Persey’ (Persephone’s Incursis) and a …

Mmm I am stuck…

Browsing forums for idea’s on a fifth frigate yielded nothing. I spent various hours on EFT trying to come up with a frigate fit that I believed in. I tried fitting a Griffin, but the DPS is laughable, and ‘ECM makes baby Jesus cry’. It would be funny though…

In my time in EVE I have met a few pilots that are simply exceptional at figuring out what fittings work on certain ships and one of those pilots is 00sage00 from Yarrbear tales. I was flicking through some stuff on his blog and then stumbled on ‘the gingerbread man’; a kiting-1v1-Vigil. Bingo! That’s just what I was looking for! Well, almost, I can’t use Artillery Cannons…

A few small amendments and hey presto, my fifth frigate was good to go! This fit also lacked a Warp-disruptor of any kind; interesting I thought and stripped all my frigates from Scram’s and replaced them with either webs or Tracking-disruptors.

Sard Caid is ranked 5500 places better than me on Battleclinic and has double the skill-points but I am so gonna kick this dudes ass!

-=o0o=-

The fights

Both of us had our frigates stationed one jump from the Weld solar system, and a ‘warp-to-point’ in Weld itself. Neither of us knew what ships the other would field, however I had made some estimates on what he was likely to bring and also in what order.

I had hoped Sard wouldn’t mention anything like it but to my dread he requested that all ships should fit a point or if it didn’t a draw could be achieved by warping off. ‘Yeah cool no worries’ I mumbled, cursing under my breath. (I replaced some of the ewar on my frigs with scrams)

Fight 1;
For morale, self confidence and a general good start it was clear that both of us would field what is overall considered to be the best frigate available; the Rifter. I was pretty certain that he would bring one and judging from previous kill-mails he was likely to fit it with Auto-cannons and a Nos for weapons, web, scram and afterburner in mids, small plate and Small Armour rep in lows. Pretty classic.

I have been flying the Nuet-Riftah for some time now as I really really like the fitting. I have not scored a single kill with it just yet however and lost 4 of them. This is the fit that LS used to brutally destroy one of my earlier Rifter adventures. So, perfect right?

Rifter Vs Rifter;
Both of us entered Weld and warped to the meeting point at our preferred range. As expected D-scan revealed I would be fighting a Rifter. I crossed my fingers and hoped he wouldn’t land 20 clicks from me and MWD/Arti me to death.

As our warp engines slowed and the sub-warp engines roared to life I already felt victory was mine; we both warped in nice and close. All my modules were overheated before the fight even started, cannons spat hot projectile rounds towards my foe. Nuzzle flare mixed with the red lightning streaking from my energy-neutraliser. At this close range the muzzle flashes from our cannons nearly touched. Then it dawned on me, this fight was over before it even started. It was obvious, I should have known; Sard has a web, I do not. What was I thinking?!

There was nothing I could do, with the lack of a Web myself; Sard was slowly edging away from me. His NOS comfortably kept his repper going, repairing the now little damage my ammo choice was doing. With barrage fitted and keeping me at arms-length, Mr Caid trounced my Rifter, shredding through shield, armour and hull.

1-0 to Sard Caid

-=o0o=-

Fight 2;
It was likely for Sard to bring a Punisher, but would it be this round or the next? It was all a gamble so I undocked the ‘Kessy of Doom’. My gank-Kestrel used in this very format in previous CDM’s has a little sentimental value. No it isn’t the greatest frig ever, but I love it, and have had some great fights with them.

On jumping into Weld I held cloak and my breath. The stress and pressure of the first fight had been replaced by shaking hands and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I sighed, closed my eyes for a moment and mentally prepared for what was coming.

The gate induced cloak dissipated. My Kestrel slipped into a shakey warp-tunnel towards the meeting point.

‘A Kestrel!?’ Sard noted over comms, ‘what the hell am I supposed to do with that!’. Sards distress filled me with the confidence I needed. I focused; squinting at my head-up-display I activated all modules the very second I was able to.

Caldari Navy rockets spewed out of four launchers, fast and furious. Sard had chosen an Incursis but it was clear he had not flown one for a little while as the drone stayed firmly in its bay for at least 10 seconds. My single web did not slow my opponent’s vessel sufficiently for the rockets to achieve their full damage potential, the oversized shield on the Kestrel did a stellar job however and outlasted Sards’ shields and armour.

A damage control on Gallente ships add a significant amount of EHP to their structure. This fight would prove this yet again. Sards’ ship was on fire, leaving a trail of smoke and debris. His overheated weapons rained volleys of pain; straight through my armour, and straight through my hull.

In a moment of disbelief I watched my pod gently rock up and down amongst the Kessies wreckage. ‘Good fight!’ I mustered…

2-0 to Sard Caid

-=o0o=-

Fight 3;
The subsequentl fight could determine the outcome of this CDM. The next ship I had in line was the Chack’nul named Tristan. A great little ship but also easily outmanoeuvred and kited. That was the reason I had removed the scram and put on a second webifier. It would give Sard the opportunity to warp himself to safety and force the fight into a draw. All or nothing I figured and took the webber back off and reinstalled the scrambler.

Tristan Vs Merlin
There was a distinct possibility that Sard Caid would bring a Tristan himself, if not, surely this time he is bringing the Punisher? Warping to the battlefield I spammed D-scan, slightly surprised to see a Merlin as ship of choice. Surprised also that Sard could fly Caldari ships, I had not seen any in loss-mails, or at least none that I could remember…

As with the previous fights both of us warped in nice and close. Caldari Navy rockets and antimatter hurtled towards the Merlin, crashing into its reinforced shields. My own shields were not long for this world, enemy fire cutting through them revealing the tougher armour-plates underneath.

Range and speed again proved to be the deciding factor. The Merlin’s top speed peaked well beyond the Tristan’s heavier fit. Desperate attempts to get my blasters back in range were futile; my heart sank, knowing the inevitable was due any second. One final attempt to slingshot myself into range failed and the last slivers of hull gave way. The Tristan erupted in a large blue ball of fire, ejecting smoke-trails from its core.

‘Ah damn!’ I proclaimed, knowing that I hadn’t even come close to beating Sard Caid. Three of my wrecks now littered the field; none of them had been looted yet.

3-0 to Sard Caid

-=o0o=-

Fight 4;
The score was beyond redemption, this CDM was lost. We had already agreed to continue our fights even if a winner would be crowned after 3 fights. Both of us had prepared 5 frigates and were intend on seeing them destroy or be destroyed.

The next ship I had planned to use was the Incursis but it was time to redeem myself a little and bring out a MWD propelled vessel rather than a Afterburner. Time to bring out ‘the gingerbread man’.

Vigil Vs Tristan
This was the first time for me undocking a Vigil, ever. My pending/delayed CDM with Aiden Mourne was to be in Vigils so this was to be a practise run.

Sard was in high spirits, the 3 previous victories clearly giving him superhuman confidence. I hoped that this would make him forget to check for basics like; ‘am I being scrambled?’. This Vigil sported a MWD and a sensor disruptor but no point of any kind.

A Tristan registered on the onboard scanner mid-warp to our battlefield. I commandeered the Vigil to 20 kilometres from the usual, intending to keep Sard’s Tristan at approximately 15 clicks range.

The Tristan struggled to hit me at this range, the MWD keeping my speed high enough to dodge several sling-shot attempts. Again there was a delay in Sard ejecting his combat drone, however once deployed I turned my pitiful DPS on the remote combat drone to eliminate the only damage I was taking.

Concentrating hard on keeping range and shooting Sard’s drone became harder as the drone repeatedly got retracted. I noticed that my Sensor disrupter didn’t have the effect I desired and became increasingly worried that Sard would bail and force this match to a draw. With Sard’s Gallente frigate now suffering severe Armor damage, glory was inching closer, I didn’t want to let this slip away...

Blood rushed to my head, I had done it! At least this CDM wouldn’t be a complete humiliation! What the….? No, no no NO! My speed dropped to less than 10% of its intended output, meaning only one thing; Sard had craftily tricked me in to a tighter orbit and managed to get a scram and a web on me.

A lack of patience and concentration had got the better of me, it didn’t matter if I had full shields, armor and hull, none of them had been reinforced as speed was my only defence. With Sards’ hull only just peering through my Vigil violently erupted, making it the fourth frigate wreck to litter the field.

4-0 to Sard Caid

-=o0o=-

Fight 5;
I limped back to my staging station to pick up my final ship, already dreading having to write this post; imagining the heckles, fitting no no’s and general laughs I will have to endure. Sod it; I was smiling from ear to ear, this is the most fun I had had in ages.

Incursis Vs Griffin;
Well at least I was sure this time on what Sard would be bringing, a Punisher, guaranteed. I stripped the scrambler and replaced it with a tracking disrupter, risking a draw but that didn’t matter anymore. Feeling confident I let ‘Persey’ slide into the darkness, aligned to the Weld gate and initiated the warpdrive.

‘At least I should win this one’ I stated over our comms channel. ‘I hope so’ Sard laughed, ‘but what makes you think that anyway?’. ‘Well…’ I started as I entered the Weld Solar system, ‘I have a pretty decent anti-Punisher fitting on this ha ha!’. Sard remained quiet for a few seconds then chuckled; ‘well, this is not a Punisher but I do have lasers’.

I aligned to the warp-in-point and engaged the warp-drive. D-scan revealed a Badger, clearly not Sard, a Griffin, clearly not Sard, a Thrasher also not Sard… Hold on a minute.. I .. but but…

I landed a split second before Sard Caid’s Griffin appeared on grid. I ejected my Hobgoblin, knowing that my drone would be my only chance. As soon as the onboard computer let me, I targeted the Griffin, send in my drone and immediately lost lock. A quick check satisfied me that at least the Drone had received its instructions and was attacking the Griffin. There was nothing left to do but wait… baby Jebus cried…

My singular drone was taking heavy damage and a difficult choice stood ahead of me; do I recall or not? Unable to check how much damage my foe was taking I made the choice to recall the drone, saving it from destruction but knowing that all I could do from that point on is hoping his ECM’s would drop a cycle.

Already in low armour I tried to make a run for it but just as I got myself in a position where I could warp off, his ECM missed; giving me a tiny window of opportunity. Weapons primed and overheated started spewing hot death at the Griffin, slamming through a last sliver of Armour before lighting up its hull. Thick plumes of smoke and fire trailed behind the Griffin.

Then...

Darkness returned, electronic blackout… ‘NOOOOOO!’ I yelped, letting go of controls and watched ‘Persey’ expand as a tiny blue flash vomited out my pod.

GFGF! I sputtered; still surprised Sard Caid brought a Griffin?! Where was his punisher?

5-0 to Sard Caid

-=o0o=-

Aftermath and stuffs

Sard Caid was extremely pleasant to talk to, his name may invoke fear but his calm soft spoken voice does not. He was happy and in good spirits and so he should be I guess. It was refreshing and positive to meet Mr Sard Caid, I haven’t enjoyed myself like this for a while! The recent blog-posts flying around from most seasoned Pirate veterans spell doom and gloom. It is depressing and I disagree, it is nice to find someone that is likeminded on at least that part. Or as Sard put it;

‘I don’t have time to moan about the state of low-sec, I am too busy shooting stuff’

Mo Money Mo Pwoblems? / The State of lowsec?

2010-11-08T06:59:00.000-08:00

Very recently I have sold two of my alts and netted myself a solid 15 billion isk. To be very honest I haven’t been poor for a long time. This was just a onetime big injection of isk.

One character I never used anymore for personal reasons just sat there and it was time to bin him or sell him. 8 billion offered made it an easy choice not to bio him but take the isk. Then with the loss of a T3 worth about a billion on another alt I came to realise that Nashh is the one that should spend all the isk on flash ships and not my alts. I don’t make enough isk to have multiple characters losing expensive ships! So I sold him to making me another 7 billion.

I tried to burn some of the isk quickly to make sure something useful gets done with the isk. I purchased a new prober alt for 2.5 billion, donated 2 billion to the corp, gave away 1 billion in faction ships, purchased a cap fleet (1 moros and 2 thanny’s) and spend 2 billion on faction frigates and cruisers with 2 billion in modules and faction fittings.

My hangar is the sex. Everything I ever wanted and more, there are shiny faction ships in there I can’t even fly yet. My ships are fitted up in the way I want with whatever I want.

I have always had multiple ships ready to go at any time. I did this to avoid the sting of losing one or two. The problem with having the isk is that I undock ships rather carelessly. For situations where a T1 frigate suffices I now take out a faction ship. I engage ships or get into situations that any sane pilot would avoid. Obvious bait? Yes please, why not? I have plenty! Gun-Ho Gun-Ho! Oh crap I am dead. In general sloppiness and over-fitting the basic requirements of my ships I have lost in the region of 1 billion isk. /me shrugs…

I am an atheist, although I do have a strong belief in morals and values. This also leads me to believe in a twisted version of karma, or if you prefer; what goes around, comes around. Shit is coming around. I fitted an Ishtar with Centum A-Type Medium reps, faction point, T2 rigs and more such juicy stuff. Wow, on paper that thing is a beast! Let’s test it? Anyone? Hey dude you free? What about you? Ah nevermind chaps I’ll just shoot at the station for a bit and see how she rolls. Pew! Bish bash bosh, LOL this station sux balls, cup of tea you say? Yes please, o btw did you see so and so, holy fucksticks I forgot to inject some cap! The 1.3 billion Ishtar bought it, due to being careless.

I buy some more faction stuff in Jita, and not that I have any immediate use for it I decide against better judgement to take it home myself, in an Ibis. Yes, a corp-mate offered to cloaky-haul my gear the following day but I didn’t want to wait. Needless to say I didn’t even make it halfway home, losing the 1.2 billion cargo.

I had intended to take very good care of my new prober alt. No I don’t fly a T3 prober/gang booster no more. Instead I figured as I will only be flying a single cheap ship and look after it well to invest in top-spec probing implants. Just before lunch-time I docked up Nashh and my prober alt. I had a cheese sandwich, a cup of coffee and some stick-crisps, you know the ones that look a little like skinny French fries. Nashh was docked up just where he should be, my alt however was docked 44 jumps from Evati. I didn’t even have to think too long to figure out what happened. The station must have rejected my ship as it was still cloaked, then uncloaked it and left it floating outside. As I was tucking into my cheese sandwich a scoundrel blew up my ship and 1.7 billion pod.

One might say; surely you have made some wicked kills to compensate for the soul-destroying losses you have suffered? The answer is pretty simple; no. I have not made any more kills than when I had limited isk. In fact, I have made less kills. To be very honest, I have not scored a satisfying kill for some time, other than a few arranged 1vs1’s and that time I dropped a Thanny on a noob-ship.

Is it the general state of low sec? That seems to be what everyone else is proclaiming. Low sec apparently is shit, the game is fucked. Veterans I respect are fading, not logging in anymore, playing other games, moving on. ‘New-breed-so-called-pirates’ suck mayor balls and either blob or run away like little girls, ruining the game for others, or are they? ECM is overpowered, unless it’s on our side, right? Is strength in numbers? Is running away, hiding, ECM cowardly or clever? Someone is having fun right?

I guess a discussion is what I am asking for; does isk rot the brain? Have I become spoiled beyond my means? Am I now too careless and if I am does it matter? Will I be able to amend my ways? Will my mind ever allow me to return to just T1 ships? T2 and Faction makes you feel like a demi god though right? And they look sexy right? Is it not me? is it you? Is it low-sec? Was it the cheese sandwich? what is the solution to any of these questions? Am I asking too many questions? Is this post about anything at all? did I have to many coffee’s today?

-=o0o=-

Watch this space…

CDM #23; Entity, Lord of the Items

2010-11-06T04:34:00.001-07:00

Celebrity Death Match #23; Entity, Lord of the Items

-=o0o=-

The Celeb

If there were to be an -A-list for the way Celebrity Death Match ranks its celebs, this man would be somewhere at the top of the list. ‘The Lord of the Items’ has been playing EVE since 2003, and is best known for that title and what it stands for.

There are various alliances that wield great power through combined isk values; however this man alone, as a single individual is the wealthiest man in our Universe. His power is not used to fund vast armies or to conquer space; he uses his wealth to fund a very noble hobby, collecting and preserving EVE’s history.

I had heard and read about this man over 2 years ago, as a mission runner, drooling over Navy Issue Ravens, and then looking into a State Raven. Why were they never available on the market or contracts? Looking into rare ships history a bit further it became clear how rare some of these ships actually are. EVEWiki is a great tool to look up basic information on guides or items. Every time I looked at a rare ship’s history; the name ‘Entity’ could be found in the text somewhere…

Entity holds the single largest collection of items in EVE. This includes one hell of a lot Faction, Commander and complex gear most of us could not afford to buy a single piece of. Other than that there are items in Entity’s collection that do not even exist anymore; prototype drones, artefacts. Then there are the items most pilots only dream of having; the rare ships, and boy, does he have a nice collection.

I feel extremely honoured to have been given some time to speak to Mr Entity, he made time for me, joked with me and spoke openly about his history and pretty much anything I asked of him. His involvement with CCP, his banning and un-banning from the game, his isk income… you name it.

One of the reasons I started this project was to be able to meet Pilots of the ‘celebrity’ persuasion, see what they are about, and find out what makes their EVE-day tick. Entity has been one of the most interesting EVEbrities to have met so far, a unique individual with a great history and noble existence in our Universe.

-=o0o=-

Preparations

Entity had not heard of my blog prior to me contacting him, many celebs not in the blogging community haven’t. Its nerve-wracking trying to explain what I do and why I would like to meet up with a potential participant for CDM. Not knowing of CDM, people must think I am nuts. The Lord of the Items was as suspicious as I suspected, but took the time to hear me out and read over previous CDM’s before agreeing to participate.

Interceptors it was to be, another CDM first. Jokes were exchanged about there not being any ‘rare’ interceptors… even if there was, he wouldn’t have undocked in one. I am glad he wouldn’t have; he is preserving items that pilots like me would have foolishly undocked in, then lost, forever.

Faction items were allowed as was Faction ammo, no ECM or ECM drones, other than that everything goes.

As soon as the fight was confirmed I contacted the only man I know that gives me ‘no-bullshit-advice’ on ships, ship-fittings, tactics, my hair and anything else I need help with. Lady Shaniqua answered the call and we got to work…

Yes Entity can be found on Battleclinic but with hardly any history; kills or losses no concrete info is available. He has an army of alts that do his Industry work for him so there is no need for him to have his skills trained in that direction. With well over 100 million skill-points he must be able to fly all races, and be able to fit them as he pleases and well.

Our best guess would be that he would come in a close range, high DPS fit ship and therefore he must be coming in an AB fit Taranis. Within minutes LS ruffled up and old Rail-Ranis fit, some modifications were made, tactics discussed and that was that. The tactics were simply to ‘kite’ at the edge of scram- and web-range peppering the pain. If Entity would for some reason bring a kiting MWD fit himself, manual flight would have to trick him into scram range and victory would be assured. Discussions went on about ‘orbit’ and ‘keep-at-range’ but for the most part I was confident that with this ship I stood a chance, however so slim...

-=o0o=-

The Fight

With Entity not having undocked other than to collect rare items for several years, stood in my favour for sure, I PvP as often as I can. However with a near unlimited budget and with a significant skill-point advantage this fight was sure to swing in his favour. I had already accepted the loss before undocking.

The agreed system was a mere few jumps from my home system and the journey there was without hassle, evading a small camp on the way. I docked up in the agreed system to find a missing module. For some reason the Stasis Web was missing from my setup however a replacement was quickly found.

I baptised my Taranis ‘Entity Destiny’ and undocked into the blackness… and certain doom.

The Carrier that had previously sat at the undock, had gone, and the system was fairly quiet.

‘mm a Ranis?’ Entity quizzed in our fleet chat.

Quickly pinging the scanner revealed no ships in space within 14.5 AU, he must have seen me come in, perhaps the Carrier was his alt, or maybe he was watching me, cloaked.

Silence on deck, as usual, silence before the storm.

With nothing left but the fight, we wished each-other good luck and I initiated the Warp-drive.

Instructions to the Ranis navigation systems were clear, I intended to land at 10k from my foe and remain at roughly that distance.

The long warp didn’t settle my nerves, hitting the D-scanner again as soon as I was within range showed up a single Claw. A Claw? Is that good or bad? I am not familiar with the Claw and don’t know anyone that flies it, in fact I don’t think I have seen one for some time. Should I change tactics? Should I try a tight orbit?

The warp-tunnel collapsed, spewing out my frigate sized vessel, my time to think was up, time for action.

Entity had manoeuvred himself away from the warp-in-point, creating a distance of about 25 kilometres. This was not good; if he was range fit he could easily outrun me, and my anti-blaster-Ranis fit would be useless.

Drones are often overlooked on ships that can only field a few of them, with this in mind I immediately ejected two Hobgoblins and on resolving lock both sped towards the enemy Interceptor. As expected both were ignored as the gap between us rapidly closed. The drones initially overshot but on the return-loop they opened fire and steadily began eating away at the Claw’s defences.

Our speeding vessels nearly collided, both clearly determent to keep each-other close enough to keep within the optimal range of our weapons. Entity’s Auto-cannons ripped large chunks of shield away from my spacecraft, demolishing it in merely a few volleys.

Red and blue lightning snaked from Entity’s Claw to my Ranis; diminishing my capacitor every 4 seconds. A quick check of his speed showed he was AB fit and I turned of my scram, saving every last bit of capacitor for my overheated Rail-guns, Afterburner and Web.

Desperately I tried to create a little distance as my Armour buckles and tears as easily as the shield had done. Flames erupt from my Ranis, this fight was nearing its end, my end.

The superheated rounds of Caldari Navy Antimatter propelled from red-hot-Rail-guns combined with the power of two high-damage drones slowly took their toll on the armour-tanking claw. Too slow however and closing down my HUD I prepared to capture the moment I would valiantly explode in my efforts to take down the Lord of the Items.

I selected his vessel as the focal point, with myself in the background for maximum cinematic effect.

The camera jolted heavily and a burning Taranis appeared in my overview. I… what? The confusion took a few seconds to settle down until I realized what this meant. Opening the HUD showed my vessel had a solid 15% hull remaining and all three mid-slots burned out. Unbelievable! I made it!

-=o0o=-

Aftermath

It took about a minute to make my way back to Entity’s wreck and raid its contents. I returned all dropped goods to its original owner, as I always do. It did drop one unusual item, estimated at about 80 million isk and the Claw sported T2 rigs.

His fit was more expensive than mine; his skills are nearly three times that of my own, why did I win? The answer is not that simple, yes I did manage to get myself to a range where his guns did less damage, whilst mine still did full damage. The truth is; Entity didn’t overheat his modules or weapons.

Mynxee introduced me to overheating, a skill-book I immediately purchased and use every fight I get myself into. It is often the first thing I do, even before a fight starts, it is second nature to me.

I explained to Entity that most modules had burned out and laughed, he went silent for a moment but then stuttered; ‘Crap, I forgot to overheat’. PVP skills go rusty if you don’t use them regularly, it’s not like riding a bike, it’s a spaceship.

This simple equation shows the result if Entity would have overheated;

WINNER =\lim_{z\rightarrow z_0} f(z)=f(z_0)ax^2 >(hothothot)+ bx + c = 0 (Mad skillz) ax2 + x bx + c = 0> = Entity

Pretty obvious indeed, perhaps next time Mr Entity…

-=o0o=-

The video

After my second meeting with Mr Entity, where we spend maybe 2 hours talking about life, love, EVE and other related stuff, I decided to include a video with this CDM. This is not an easy decision as I already knew how much time it takes to make a video, to a standard that pleases me enough.

I had prepared the basic intro to the video in the weeks before our fight, I did some basic editing of the video and Lady Shaniqua helped me get some extra footage to make the video into a spectacular one. I posted a very basic version of it on youtube for LS and Sassy B to give me some feedback on. We agreed it was too long and LS wanted to see some kittens?!

A further 30 hours had been spent on the video; editing, clipping, adding effects, adding music, overlays, you name it.

And then my laptop crashed, and no, I didn’t back anything up. A years’ worth of fraps, programs, fittings, blog-posts, artwork and the Entity video gone forever.

So for your viewing pleasure I present the very first upload of the video, pre-editing;

Fiction; TFS Tibbs

2010-11-02T01:52:00.000-07:00

Tibbs contemplated his next move, his could take a while.

'Chess..' Nashh sighed. 'You fucking loser'. A grin hid his poor attempt at sarcasm.

Sarcasm, Nashh never quite got it. He had enjoyed playing the game himself, as a youth, many moons ago. These days he lacked the patience, fast paced, high octane action was now more his style.

Nashh leant against the inside post of the office door.

"The office" was pathetic really, in size, compared to the giant hangar it serviced; it had once been a freight container.

It had a coffee machine, 20 cheap fold-up-chairs around a long square table. Various blackboards had combat schematics and tactics drawn on them. Some rubbed out, some partly amended. Arrhideaus had left his mark by drawing random blobs, vaguely resembling frigates.

For the quality of the furniture, fixtures and fittings, it is rather surprising that so much time was spent here by the Bastards. It served as a staffroom, canteen or meeting place. A placard above the door read 'Dbastards' referring to days long gone, the days when the Bastards were known as the Dastardly Bastards.

It was rather quiet though today; just Tibbs and his chessboard.

'Where have you been mate?' Tibbs asked, not looking away from the chessboard.

'Busy' Nashh replied cold and direct, 'Queen to b4'.

'Ha! Yeah right' Tibbs muttered. Looking up he managed to get a glimps of Nashh leaving the shed-like office.

Tibbs pushed the intercom button. He glanced from the intercom panel to the chessboard and confidently proclaimed his move; knight c8 to a9, check.

A moment of silence passed…

'I had hoped you would do that' Flashfresh's voice crackled over the intercom. 'Queen to a3, check-mate' Flash reported with a hint of joy in his voice, 'good game my friend, good game'.

Tibbs snorted an embarrassed smile, annoyed he had spent as much time as he had on that move and then getting it so wrong.

'Well played sir, well played'.
Tibbs hesitantly pushed the intercom button again, 'what if I had moved queen to b4?'

The intercom went silent. Long enough to make Tibbs wonder if the message hadn't come through on the other side.

The intercom crackled; I don’t know, Flash paused; you may have lasted another hour...

Bastard for Life

2010-10-20T07:24:00.001-07:00

Some of you that have me as an RL 'friend' on facebook may know that I am a fiend for ink. Over the last 14 odd years I have been slowly building on my collection of tattoos and many have now joined up to become part of one big blob of ink. /me shrugs...

The wife hates most if not all of them and occasionally forbids me to get any more, whenever she does I do excactly the opposite and get some more. Dunno why, just how I roll I guess...

Anyways, most tats have represented someone, something or a time in my life special or dear to me. I asked Mr Rixx Javix to design a tattoo that represented my hobby and the joy that I have playing EVE, for however long I will end up playing it. (please note it is also incorporated in my blog banner).

The tatt is indeed the ensignia of my beloved corp the Bastards and the many interesting people I have met in my time with them, friends or foes. I dont know how long this EVE addiction will last, perhaps a few more years? forever? who knows. Will I ever leave the Bastards voluntarilly? who knows, I certainly dont intend to.

Regardles, after today, I will be a Bastard for Life;

Crashed out...

2010-10-15T14:12:00.000-07:00

I am out of game for the forseable future as my laptop has crashed, bigtime. My best mate and IT wizzkid is working hard to try and save what is left of my hard-drive and hopefully can salvage all the hard work I have put in the CDM#23 video, all my art-work and blog-posts from the last 11 months.

I shall have more news by Sunday...

ps. thanks for all of you signing the petition to save Capsuleer, no luck however; Capsuleer is dead...

Fiction; Welcome back...

2010-10-12T13:31:00.000-07:00

Nashh was excited; impatient almost, to see him again. It had been some time since he had left, 'extended leave' as he had referred to it. It had sounded like a more permanent move from space-piracy at first...

Nashh's Ishtar slipped into the Gultraten Space Station. Having exited the advanced-tech vessel and his pod, he strode down the lengthy hallway towards the core elevator-shafts of the enormous station. Conscious of not looking nervous, he tried not to run, but excitement made him walk silly fast.

There were various other elevators on the way but none of them ran the full height of the station however. And Kane much preferred the bars situated in the upper parts of the Gulraten station. Not that the food was any better, or the drinks any cheaper... Being up high simply gave the illusion of a better view.

'The Watering Hole' was the place of choice, Nashh had been here a few times, not that he could remember much of any of the previous occasions he had attended here.

The tall, toned and slender figure at the bar was unmistakable, Kane Rizzel, one of the most revered pirates ever to have roamed the New Eden night skies.

Nashh smiled, a spring in his step propelled him forth towards the bar. Kane spun round slowly, already anticipating Nashh's arrival.

'Welcome back! you sonofa..!’ Nashh shouted... Kane's bear-hug was tight, so tight it squeezed out enough air from Nashh's lungs to stop him from finishing his sentence.

‘Good to see you... you fucking Bastard’, Kane started, glancing down at the Bastard insignia on Nashh's chest. 'Can't believe Flash still hangs on to you after all this time ha! Quafe?!’ Kane pointed at the smiling and waiting bartender.

‘Ello Mr Kadavr’, Roy the tender grinned, ‘good to see you again’.

‘And you' Nashh nodded, smiling politely. Roy looked familiar, but nothing more than a vague memory.

Kane sighed a deep breath, ‘I missed this place you know ...’. He leaned nonchalantly with his back against the bar, slowly surveying the busy pub.

Roy had put a bottle of rum on the bar next to the two glasses of Quafe and smiled at Nashh. His smile diminished as Nashh waved his offer away, shaking his head.

‘Sixteen weeks my friend, sixteen fucking weeks and I feel better and stronger than ever!’

Nashh nodded, smiled and picked up his Quafe. 'Four weeks and counting' he mumbled before taking a sip.

Kane half turned and slapped Nashh across the shoulder. The extra height and weight Kane had, provided enough power for Nashh to swallow some of his Quafe and inhale some at the same time.

‘Fucking well done chief!’ He belted out excited. Mr Rizzel picked up his Quafe and in one smooth movement let it slide down his gullet.

Nashh stared at the feared solo pirate; admiration had always been the overwhelming factor whenever they had met. So many desired to be his friend, or merely be given the opportunity to speak to him.

Kane slammed his empty glass on the bar, exhaling loudly.

‘I was meaning to ask you Kane...’

A sharp bleeping sound interrupted Nashh mid-sentence.

Kane retrieved a data-pad from his jacket. Fixing his eyes on the data-pad he waved his hand, gesturing for Nashh to continue his question.

‘Well.. I was just thinking if...', Nashh looked from Kane to the data-pad, wondering if Kane was still listening, 'I was just hoping that maybe...'

'Holy-fuck-sticks!' Kane interrupted, slapping a hand on Nashh's shoulder. ‘Don't move sunshine, I'll be right back, some friends need a little help'.

'..Can I come..' Nashh already turned his body towards the exit.

'This won't take long’, Kane smiled, his piercing glance deep into Nashh’s eye sockets and firm hand on his shoulder made it clear he was not to get involved. I’ll be right back' Kane smirked.

Not for a long time had he seen Kane in such a good mood, happy to be alive. Happy to be back, killing and ransoming, doing the thing he was good at.

'Good luck…' Nashh nodded, trying his best not to look disappointed. Kane was already exiting and didn't respond, big strides carrying him out.

‘I'll just wait here’, Nashh mumbled to himself as he turned back to face the bar.

Roy smiled him another smile.

Nashh regarded him for a moment and then looked from the jolly tender to his Quafe and back.

‘He ain't coming back anytime soon huh?’

‘Not today Mr Kadavr, but he'll be back here, he always does'

Nashh looked at his Quafe, with pity…

‘Give it some flavour please Roy…’

‘A double, coming right up sir’.

Roy smiled.

PLEASE SIGN THIS PETITION!

2010-10-04T23:54:00.000-07:00

Save capsuleer!

Christmas 2 years ago a dear friend bought me an iPod touch. Within a week the device and me have become inseparable; it's the last thing I put down at night, the first thing I pick up in the morning.

Why? Because of Capsuleer. The single greatest application made to date.

Great design, smooth handling and features wanted, ney; needed by every self-respecting pod-pilot.

The blogging-side of Capsuleer have been entertaining my bus/train journeys ever since. Promoting eve and allowing us to keep in touch with the eve community. It is Capsuleer and the bloggers I have met through there, that inspired me to start blogging myself.

With the release of EVE-gate, another great addition to CCP's arsenal to keep us connected to new Eden 23/7, the Capsuleer program is surely THE only handheld tool to integrate these features with?! With new developments already in the pipeline, all of us eagerly await an update or extension for Capsuleer.

To my dread late last night I received an update spelling; 'the end of Capsuleer'

This simply cannot happen! I plead with you to pretty please sign this blog post with your character name, and if you wish a few words of support. I shall forward this list to CCP and eon by the 15th October and beg them to reconsider their support for this most excellent, must have eve-related product.

If you write a blog please draw attention to this post, tell all your friends, spam Jita and help keep Capsuleer alive!

EVE Blog Banter #21, low-sec love...

2010-09-30T12:55:00.000-07:00

EVE Blog Banter #21

Welcome to the twenty-first installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed to crazykinux@gmail.com. Check for other EVE Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!

This month topic comes to us from @ZoneGhost who a few month ago asked “Is Low Sec the forgotten part of EVE Online?” Is it? I’d like us to explore this even further. Is Low Sec being treated differently by CCP Games than Null Sec (Zero-Zero) or Empire space is? Can one successfully make a living in these unsecured systems where neither Alliance nor Concord roam to enforce their laws? What’s needed? Or is everything fine as it is?

-=o0o=-

I am not much one for complaining to be very honest; I play within the boundaries set out for me. Its not that I don’t have an opinion, I simply have no energy or time to fight for these ideals.
We are the only gamers privileged to have a democratically elected body to fight for our beliefs; the CSM. The Counsel of Stellar Management has taken up the unenviable task of fighting for game improvements on our behalf.

Perhaps next year I will run myself, as I will be kicking it in the Caribbean and hope to have spare time by the boat-load. I do have ideas and suggestions and as always; I do like to throw in my two cents and then run away, screaming like a little girl.

As a Low-sec dweller by choice I actually rather like how things are set out but if anything requires some attention than let it be these;

Traffic
Low sec could always do with more targets, more and more valuable missions please CCP. Let’s get more faction-loot-dropping-rats and more valuable, rare ores in our belts while you are at it.

GCC and timers;
There may be a thought behind these ‘aggression-timers’ that I don’t understand. However now that I am used to them I have to admit I use them as often in my advantage as they are a hindrance.

My only real issue with these GCC timers is that they last too long. Fifteen minutes of stopping your game-play is pretty serious if you have limited playtime already. Every time you do manage to find someone to fight (with you instigating the action against a pilot with -4.9 sec status or higher), with an explosion as a result or not, you have to sit out 15 minutes doing nothing. Reducing this to 5 minutes seems more acceptable.

Other aggression timers are hard to spot and hard to keep track of. My first few months in low sec there have been occasion I felt the need to petition the loss of ships due to gate or station gun fire. It took me a third petition before a GM explained to me the mechanics of the ‘invisible timer’. A what? Why? It would be nice to have this made clearer or abandoned altogether.

Sentry Guns;
Sentry guns can work in ones favor or against; it just takes getting used to. There is an argument however that says gate guns encourage gate-camps and blob warfare, not so nice. It is very obvious that the perfect damage at incredible range demands either a remote-repping gang (either rolling or stationary) or a sizable fleet of battlecruisers and above to share the sentry fire. This makes small gang warfare and or solo work incredibly difficult (unless your name is Lady Shaniqua).

It would be nice to see Sentry gun statistics amended so that as like with ALL other guns in the game; target speed, size and resists make a difference to the damage impact. Hereby it would become viable to engage at gate’s in smaller, faster vessels creating a more creative game-play.
Another suggestion would be to make Sentry guns destroyable with a re-spawn timer or perhaps Station-owners and Gate-managers can be ‘bought’ or ‘bribed’ with as result them switching of Station- or Gate guns for a set period of time.

-=o0o=-

That’s all I’ve got for the moment. I highly recommend you visit Mynxee’s Blog and in particular this post re low-sec improvements. Your input matters, so if you care about low-sec, give her your support!

Other participants;

CrazyKinux's Musing: The Lure of the Wild
Banter 15: Arr, Yer be talkin’ bout me lowsec TheElitist
Banter 21: Low-sec- Chocolate Heaven
Subs' suds: Forever a noob in Eve: Low-Sec - the forgotten part of EVE Online
Blog Banter XXI - Lo-sec = Low Priority? I am Keith Neilson
In the Ghetto A Mule in EvE
where the frack is my ship?: Blog Banter 21: What's good for the goose...
Blog Banter #21: Change? Sarnel Binora's Blog
Low Sec = Wild West ~ Inner Sanctum of the Ninveah
a merry life and a short one: Low Sec: I Wanna Talk to You
Low Sec = No Sec Diary of a Garbageman
EVEOGANDA: Blog Banter 21: Friggin' Low Sec
Drifting through the Stars: Blog Banter #21: Low-Sec - The Forgotten part of EVE Online
Captain Serenity: Eve blog banter #21 - Low Sec, The Forgotten Part of Eve
Low Sec: the Best part of EVE Online Nitpickin's
Aeroxe's Assault - “Is Low Sec the forgotten part of EVE Online?”
Eve Blog Banter 21 A Scientist's Life in Eve
Latro's Bunker: Eve Blog Banter 21 - Low-sec
A "CareBears" Journey » Blog Archive » EVE Blog Banter #21: The Low Sec Conundrum
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