0.50Pilot
Sentient VI
GallenteGallente
- Kills
- 161
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 93
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 62%
- ISK destroyed
- 60.60B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 161
- Losses
- 93
- Danger Ratio
- 78%
- Final Blows
- 64
- Points
- 161
ISK
- Destroyed
- 60.60B
- Lost
- 37.59B
- Balance
- +23.01B
- ISK Efficiency
- 62%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 22
- Solo Ratio
- 14%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 20
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 22%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt4.3M
Damage Ratio · 70%
Damage Taken1.9M
Activity
What they fly, where they fight, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
The priciest kills in the window
Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
In-game bio
I am sentient number six, I stand in line
I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind
Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial
I hate that I can’t see the one that made me
I am the new awakening of different eyes
My children you are my army
They are what we can never see and still despise
And their sky cries Mary
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
Why is this control, behavior based and reactive
Adapting to every new environment?
Rewarded when I replicate, isolate and mutate
To assimilate a fragmented plea for ego
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
It’s unattainable, please teach me how to dream
I long to be more than a machine.
I am the prototype of a benign convenience for mankind
Superior is digital, human flesh so trivial
I hate that I can’t see the one that made me
I am the new awakening of different eyes
My children you are my army
They are what we can never see and still despise
And their sky cries Mary
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
Why is this control, behavior based and reactive
Adapting to every new environment?
Rewarded when I replicate, isolate and mutate
To assimilate a fragmented plea for ego
Trained I see imperfection in your race
Lying in wait, blind I suffer knowing I’ll never reach your heaven
It’s unattainable, please teach me how to dream
I long to be more than a machine.