4.50
- Kills
- 136
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 636
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 5%
- ISK destroyed
- 14.29B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 136
- Losses
- 636
- Danger Ratio
- 95%
- Final Blows
- 54
- Points
- 136
ISK
- Destroyed
- 14.29B
- Lost
- 291.48B
- Balance
- -277.19B
- ISK Efficiency
- 5%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 41
- Solo Ratio
- 30%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 31
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 5%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt365.3K
Damage Ratio · 3%
Damage Taken10.2M
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
"Bomb, bomb, bomb!" The sensor tech's voice jumped two octaves. Jammer nodded, and the helm set a course directly away from the coming detonation. The Drake heeled over on its side and accelerated.
"Sir, Captain Sar has assumed command of the fleet! The Admiral is dead, and Victory has been destroyed!" Commo's eyes were wide.
Suddenly the deck pitched to port and the lights went out. The gunner shouted "we've been hit!" at the same instant the helm screamed "collision! collision!" Red and yellow emergency indicators lit the dark bridge.
"Emergency warp! Course 180-45: relative sun, full elevation. Jump, jump, jump!" snapped Jammer.
The fleet speaker came to life, garbled with static, and then the words "...scatter, scatter, scatter!" broke through.
Jammer and his First Officer stared at each other. With those words, the First Imperial Guard ceased to exist.
Eight long days later, a battered Drake docked deep in Venal, nine regions away. One man disembarked, and vanished into the crowd.
"Sir, Captain Sar has assumed command of the fleet! The Admiral is dead, and Victory has been destroyed!" Commo's eyes were wide.
Suddenly the deck pitched to port and the lights went out. The gunner shouted "we've been hit!" at the same instant the helm screamed "collision! collision!" Red and yellow emergency indicators lit the dark bridge.
"Emergency warp! Course 180-45: relative sun, full elevation. Jump, jump, jump!" snapped Jammer.
The fleet speaker came to life, garbled with static, and then the words "...scatter, scatter, scatter!" broke through.
Jammer and his First Officer stared at each other. With those words, the First Imperial Guard ceased to exist.
Eight long days later, a battered Drake docked deep in Venal, nine regions away. One man disembarked, and vanished into the crowd.