Saturday 27 August 2011

Black Guards have Death .... Dame Death

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.


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...'


Friday 26 August 2011

Business with Tibbs...

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...'

Sunday 21 August 2011

Black Guards have Venom...Venom Orchid.

'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...

Friday 12 August 2011


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.

Monday 8 August 2011


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?

Friday 5 August 2011

New Bannahz !!1!

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;

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

(or at least friendlybump this thread;

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.