Thursday, 27 October 2011
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Friday, 21 October 2011
'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.
'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?
'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?'.
Friday, 14 October 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
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!'
Monday, 10 October 2011
‘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’.
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.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
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….