Tuesday 21 February 2012


'Nashh? What the fuck are you doing?''


Anabaric had walked straight into the CEO's office against the secretaries recommendations. Nashh Kadavr had been very specific about 'not being disturbed' and had not answered any calls for two days now. He had not been seen leaving his office for a few days, not that unusual but not answering calls from Anabaric was.

Major Anabaric was very capable of taking care of the corporation all by himself and in many cases was left to do so. There wasn't usually any need for him to contact Nashh at all, however, when he does ring it means it's worth answering the call.

Nashh had ignored him for two days, something must be wrong. Kadavr had a history of drugs and alcohol abuse and was known to occasionally slip from his intended sobriety. And when he does...

Nashh Kadavr and Anabaric had spend a lot of time together lately, even more since Acute had disappeared. Officer Ana was as annoyed as he was worried before making the call to bust into his office.

'You can't go in there, Mr Kadavr doesn't want to be disturbed'.

Anabaric didn't even look at the Archura secretary as he swerved passed her desk. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the bitter smell of stale coffee and sweat. He shut the door behind him.

Nashh stood over by the far wall with his back to the door. He was staring at handwritten calculations of some kind.

Nashh's Goinard office was not to dissimilar in setup from the one he had in Dal, although this Gallente station was a little more spacious and modern, had more curves and lighting. The left hand wall had full length projections of market-orders and complex schematics on what appeared to be moon-goo reactions.

There was an entertainment system on of some sort but whatever it had been playing had finished and a gentle static noise came through the speakers in the corners of the room.


'Nashh? What the fuck are you doing?''

Anabaric walked over and nudged Nashh to get a response. 'Nashh?'

Nashh muttered something incoherent and remained fixated on the writing on the wall.

Anabaric stood back for a moment to realize the entire wall was covered in writing and drawings.

'Jezus fucking...Nashh!' Ana shoved his friend, making his face connect with the wall.

'WHAT?!' Damn, fucksakes, you prick! Nashh shouted back. 'What, mate, what?' Nashh looked at Anabaric with bloodshot eyes, obvious sleep depravation had formed dark grey rings around his eye-sockets.

What are you doing and why didn't you answer my calls? Ana paused to regard the ink on the wall again before adding; 'and what's up with this shit?'.

'Moon-Goo' Nashh grinned.

Anabaric had seen that crazed grin before. It either meant Nashh had a genuine moment of brilliance or there was imminent catastrophic disaster, usually the latter.

'Please, do fill me in' Ana rolled his eyes.

With auto-cannon speed Nashh rattled out the basics on the reactions possible with the available materials, their values, the location of existing Towers, their defenses, the connections required and a basic cost break-out. Depicting his findings Nashh paced up and down the wall pointing out schematics. as he enthusiastically expelled the contents of his mind.

'Nashh, you are basically saying that this here could turnover 50 billion a year but with the volatile cost and sell price of the components you produce and require this could result in what?'

'A profit or a loss of-course you moron. '

Anabaric looked at the disheveled and deranged man in front of him. 'Right, gotcha, very clever Nashh, very clever'.

The sarcasm clearly didn't register in Nashh's brain.

'And the odds then buddy? You have worked it out in a complex risk assessment somewhere on the wall here right?'

'Yeah' Nashh gloated as he sipped some cold coffee 'like with everything in life its gonna work or fail 50/50...'

Monday 13 February 2012


So I realize I need some credibility before this 3rd party thing kicks in and I can make any isk out of it.

To help me promote the service I had been offered to act as a broker for the unique 'Enigma' that legendary Bastard Tibbs managed to scoop up last week. The item had been valued at 200 billion isk! Unfortunately CCP took the item back.

In other big news; I am currently selling 2 Leviathans pro-bono for a chap leaving the game at 75 billion each and can be sold separately. Both are T2 travel fit and come with a full fuel bay, no extra's. The seller doesn't log on much so a time and place will have to be arranged a few days before. If you know anyone looking for a Leviathan send them my way!

(For more WTB/WTS adds check my 3rd Party website)

Other than that I will offer the service fee to be split with anyone that puts me forward for a sale or purchase until I can run the service all by myself!

Thursday 9 February 2012

Kadavr 3rd Party

So I lent out my eve-semi-celebrity status to act as a third party a few weeks ago and sold a Titan for a friend and shortly followed that up by a Nyx.

I didnt actually make any money on it as it was friend sales and I didnt know there was any money in it but hey presto I just did another Titan sale a few days back and a nice few iskies as a tip, not a fee but it made me dicide to make arrangements for possible future sales.

Enter Kadavr 3rd Party! I have sold a few WH's through our sister corp and old friend and a few supercap sales and I can agree cheap prices on deals for supercaps, tips are very welcome!

Prices are set but can be negotiated depending on each situation.

Check out my new site here;

Wednesday 8 February 2012

Celebrity Death Match #26; Tyrrax Thorrk

The celebrity

Tyrrax Thorrk, a legend of old. Possibly the inventor of most eve scams and betrayals, possibly behind most of them himself in some way or another.

Selling and reselling his super-capital several times over made him famous alone but becoming appointed CEO of his target alliance before robbing them blind would top that for sure.

And of course Tyrrax is the person, the only one, to have had a unique ship destroyed (amongst other rare items) The Gold Magnate, one of a kind famously piloted by Tyrrax was wiped out resulting in some of the most discussed forum threads in eve history. Love and hate for him intermixed, some wanting the rare items stored and secure, some glad it had seen action. And finally Tyraxx heads up the Guilding hand social club, it's members, official or not are responsible for some of the greatest cons in EVE known to date.


As usual I agreed to meet the celeb in the location of his choice, regretting that as soon as Tyrrax explained he lives deep in null-security space. I hate 0.0.

His choice of ship was T1 Frigates, not faction, fitting restrictions were; no damps, no ECM, no faction fittings. The cheap variety suited me well as I was pretty confident I wouldn't even make it to his home-system.

On the morning of the fight-day I set off just before downtime, clearing the first 25 jumps before logging. As soon as I was able to return I continued the remaining 30 jumps, making it all the way to my destination without encountering anyone and only getting stuck in 4 bubbles.

Making a snug safe spot I cloaked up and turned to some admin duties, before logging off.

I returned an hour before our arranged meeting time and lay in wait. D-scan amused me over the following hours as no less than 15 Titans passed through. I waited, and waited. I reminisced some previous CDM's that had resulted in waiting and comforted myself in the fact I once waited for 2 days straight.

After 4 hours however Comms got busy and a small gang was forming led by my trusted right hand man Anabaric and I made the judgement call to abandon. Clearly not keen to traverse the 55 jumps back I self-destructed both my ship and pod.

On contacting Tyrrax the following day he was genuinely apologetic and offered to reschedule and meet at the location of my choice. I initially declined but then contemplated the travel through zerozero and accepted his generous offer.

The fight

After a arduous journey spanning many jumps Tyrrax was reported a jump out from Goinard. Fellow alliance members had been notified of his imminent arrival so they wouldn't attempt shooting him cutting this fight short after all the effort already invested.

Moments later and Tyrrax appeared in the local channel and notified me he was making a safe-spot for us to meet at.

'Ready, warp to me at 0-30, fight on landing'

'Rgr' I replied checking onboard systems one final time before sliding into the vacuum. Pepperspray my shield/ab Rifter was overloaded with more ammo and repair-paste I could possibly need.

Pepperspray is a DPS monster with decent speed, not slowed by armor plates or armor repairers. She also sports a tracking enhancer to get more true DPS. She has surprised many a frigate by out-damaging repair modules and making up for less tank by it's sheer destructive power.

Still unsure of what Mr Thork would be piloting I spammed the Directional scanner as soon as I entered warp, a Rifter. Let's hope he gets within range I wished as I pre-heated all active modules.

As the warp-tunnel closed up behind me I was alone, I franticly looked around me before realizing I had not included fleet members to my overview.

Swiftly correcting my mistake the fight had begun, Tyrrax's speedy Rifter appeared out of nowhere and raced passed my rustbucket, sling-shotting immediately back towards me.

Weapons hot and firing, superheated Phased Plasma shells and Rockets crashed into Tyraxx.
On his return loop and firing his own cannons Mr Thorrk struck deep into my shield buffer, obliterating 25% of it's integrity.

A flurry of damage dealing blows was exchanged before I realized my opponents speed had dropped significantly. In fear of me bringing a kiting fit Kestrel, Tyrrax Thork had fitted a MWD and my scram had disabled it.

Rockets and shells powered through his armor as my shields broke and revealed the thin layers underneath.

But it was too late, held together by duck-tape and a damage control the fight ended abruptly as Tyrrax violently exploded, only wreckage and dust remained as his pod fled the scene.

A short and brutal fight marking CDM's 26th edition. GF!

Lady Shaniqua where arth thou?

Saturday 4 February 2012

Website Update

So with our recent move-in with the Shadow Cartel it was time to do an much overdue overhaul on the website. As the changes are made all by myself I have to say I am rather pleased with the result and I didnt break anything Anabaric! ...I think. There will be a new addition to the Kadavr empire in the very near future but I am still working on the finer details for that so I shall not divulge to many details on that just yet, all I'll be saying is Chribba beware...

Anyways come and have a looksee here and remember recruitment is still open!

Wednesday 1 February 2012


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.