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!

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....

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...'

Growing...

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.

Departing; chapter 4/7

Mesmerising, like looking at the back of a pulsating spoon. Nashh always did love wormholes.

Initiate warp to Dickstar II, he instructed his Tengu. The glorious Tech3 vessel aligned smoothly before speeding to the Kadavr Conglomerate’s base of operations.

What a POS, a true marvel of design, he pondered. Four tall columns of e-war and laser turrets adorned each side of the giant structure. Just inside of those the large, gently swaying bubble of defence, reinforced by no less than 9 Shield Hardening Arrays.

The Strategic Cruiser whizzed and hissed as it was gently parked inside the Ship Maintenance hangar.

‘Coffee?’ Morrigan offered as Nashh disembarked.

‘Yeah, thanks babe’.

‘How did it go?’

‘Pfew’, Nashh started, ‘it was tough to be honest’.’ I suffered some structural damage so get someone on repairs as soon as you can’.

‘Other than that the loot score was very good’. He paused to sip some of his hot brew.’ The C3 static won't last much longer so let's go and mop up the wrecks as soon as possible’.

‘Yessir, mr CEO’, Morrigan smiled.

Nashh returned a smile. He was the happiest he'd been in some time. For months had he not flown as much as he had done in the last few weeks.

‘Let me get Aether to go back and salvage for you, you look like you need a rest’.

Nashh Kadavr seemed to contemplate the offer for a moment but then agreed, it had been another long day.

‘I have one more thing before you do take your rest, boss’.

‘Yes?’

‘We need another capable pilot for our operations here, as previously discussed’.

Nashh nodded in agreement.

‘Look at this guy here’; Morrigan handed over a neo-pad with pilot details.

Nashh's expression remained blank. ‘He can't fly anything Morrigan, his name is... Moo?! Why?’

‘Look at his core skills Nashh’.

‘Ah, I see’. Nashh fell silent, they were perfect. ‘How much?’

‘Four billion should be sufficient to entice him’.

‘Can we afford that?’

‘Just about... Just about’.

‘Get it done then...’