Updatez pleaz? 2/3 Acute

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?

...

Laptop broken, back soon (hopefully)

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?'.

(Finally) War is upon us

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!'

Black Guards have Cyber ... and crew

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...

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!

Black Guards are recruiting damnit!!!1!

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...

Blog is better now thanks...

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

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...'