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

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...


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)

Kirith Kodachi – Blogging Allstar
Kirith Kodachi, the man with self professed verbal diarrhoea, and me vowed to catch up after our very first meeting some 4 months ago. This very first meeting was to be victorious for me. And a glorious victory is was, spreading my favourite blogger’s Myrmidon across space in my favourite ship.
After much fist shaking and trying to find time for each other, a rematch finally came about. This time however Kirith outsmarted me and as skill-full as a surgeon took my destroyer to bits without taking any damage himself.
We agreed at the time that if indeed he would win our second battle the score would be a draw; a CDM impossibility. Kirith agreed to fight me in my favourite ship class if he would win the second meeting and therefore I felt victorious already when I found my pod bobbing gently in space.
My foe claimed two CDM firsts; a fight in Destroyers and now in Battleships. The fight dubbed ‘Rumble in Rens’ unfortunately got postponed due to laptop issues on my side, but late on Thursday night we managed to catch up to arrange the duel for the following night.
I rushed home from work on Friday night with the knowledge I had to get my Battleship to Rens and I was at least 22 jumps out, with the added issue I would have to check/change the fitting.
My fleet had been stationed around the Amamake area in the time I spend with the Caldari Navy. Most of my ships there have been either destroyed or taken to bits and sold for parts. Most of my modules in that region have also been sold, all just to fund my new passion; pirating.
I arrived in a shuttle to pick up my standard Raven the ‘Woop-Ass’. One of originally 6 Battleships here it is my last, and she was finally going to see action again.
It sported a target painter, something this fight clearly did not require and a drone bay full of random drones. I stripped the drone bay out and added the one Faction Sentry drone I had left and some mixed Tech 2 mediums. The fit originally had a MWD but out of experience flying with Kirith I knew that would be pointless as he would catch me anyway. Instead I chose to lose all non tank/gank gear and built a brick shit house, created for only one thing; Kiriths doom.
I would like to dedicate this fight to ‘Lars Matterson’, an EVE capsuleer who generously donated 50 million isk to be used for the CDM series.
-=*=-
‘Woop-Ass’ slipped into the darkness, the rear of the enormous Raven class Battleship lit up by the bright light bleeding from the undock point.
As the ship aligned for planet 1 my heart started pounding more intensely. I could do with a CDM win; the score board certainly does not favour me at this stage.
‘Warpdrive active’ Aura informed me as I checked my systems and drone bay format.
‘Rokh?’ I asked, expecting Kirith to fly a blaster Rokh. As I landed his answer came at the same time his ship entered my overview…
‘Mega’ Kirith smiled…’Shit’…
Cans were exchanged and I knew this was going to be a tough one as our ships aligned to planet 2.
I entered warp a second before Kirith but on landing he was already waiting for me. The tjirping of my targeting system lasted only seconds but it felt like an eternity. Primed Tech 2 Torpedoes needed no encouragement, shaking of the gathered dust as they left their bays.
‘Launch drones!’ I commanded as the first volley hit. Wave after wave of Torpedoes exploded viciously through his shield and ripped away large chunks of his armour.
The 20 click gap closed fast, even faster than I had expected. My shields trembled with every hit my foe scored, now in a comfortable orbit around my vessel.
Powerhouse versus powerhouse, slugging away mercilessly. Overheating modules burning brightly, glowing red. Huge Torpedo impacts lit up the blackness.
This was not the match that required flying skills; it was a mere test of strength and defence. With his armour reaching a low point a sliver of hope crossed my mind…
‘Your ship is out of control’ Aura bleakly noted as she spat my escape pod into the void.
A giant dust cloud engulfed my pod as bits of Raven splattered against its side. ‘Well done Kirith, good fight!’ I managed to squeeze out. ‘Wow!’ he replied excitedly.
This was sure to put a spring into his step for the rest of the day I figured. I was happy for his win as I am sure he had been hunkering for this moment since that fateful day I separated him from his Battlecruiser.
Kirith had taken drastic steps to ensure victory; he had fitted nearly his entire ship with faction modules. After all he does have a reputation to uphold. It takes balls though to take out such an expense, I mean this fight had taken him to 19% armour and I bet he was sweating a fair bit throughout.
Props to Kirith for bringing it once more and giving me a thrilling fight to remember, I am looking forward to the write-up my friend! Although this is the last CDM we will be fighting against each other I hope this is not the last time we meet. But more on that later…
Watch this space.
