1.20
- Kills
- 483
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 80
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 95%
- ISK destroyed
- 374.65B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 483
- Losses
- 80
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 12
- Points
- 483
ISK
- Destroyed
- 374.65B
- Lost
- 18.22B
- Balance
- +356.42B
- ISK Efficiency
- 95%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 5
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt9.9M
Damage Ratio · 84%
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
Being a fleet logi
When to broadcast for reps
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Hello Basi my old friend. I've come to sit in you again. Because a broadcast softly creeping. Never appeared while I was fleeting. And the splosion that was planted in my brain. Still remains. On this grid of silence.
On restless fleets I repped alone In systems far away from home. 'Neath the halo of entosis links I pulsed my prop mod while the FC sings When my eyes were stabbed by a flash of a dazzling light That split the night And touched this grid of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand corpses maybe more Pilots talking but not broadcasting FC's hearing without listening People bitching shit that Logi never cared No one dared Disturb the grid of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know Learn to broadcast before you blow Hear my words that I might teach you Take my reps that I might reach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed on this grid of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the Logi that they slayed And the repper gave out his warning In the words that he was forming And the chat said "The basics for you fleeting are written on the forum walls And training halls" And whispered on the grid of silence.
When to broadcast for reps
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Hello Basi my old friend. I've come to sit in you again. Because a broadcast softly creeping. Never appeared while I was fleeting. And the splosion that was planted in my brain. Still remains. On this grid of silence.
On restless fleets I repped alone In systems far away from home. 'Neath the halo of entosis links I pulsed my prop mod while the FC sings When my eyes were stabbed by a flash of a dazzling light That split the night And touched this grid of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand corpses maybe more Pilots talking but not broadcasting FC's hearing without listening People bitching shit that Logi never cared No one dared Disturb the grid of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know Learn to broadcast before you blow Hear my words that I might teach you Take my reps that I might reach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed on this grid of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the Logi that they slayed And the repper gave out his warning In the words that he was forming And the chat said "The basics for you fleeting are written on the forum walls And training halls" And whispered on the grid of silence.