- Kills
- 321
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 64
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 96%
- ISK destroyed
- 83.46B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 321
- Losses
- 64
- Danger Ratio
- 86%
- Final Blows
- 31
- Points
- 321
ISK
- Destroyed
- 83.46B
- Lost
- 3.48B
- Balance
- +79.99B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 9
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 14%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt1.3M
Damage Ratio · 75%
Damage Taken443.1K
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
Director was upset
In two minutes flat
We're back on the wormhole
Foot to the mat
I can't understand it
There must be a rat
The fleet isn’t standing
Could we leave it at that?
We all had our warp-ins
We each had been taught
We'd over-rehearsed it
We couldn’t be caught
They can't teach you flying
It's something you’ve got
It's the same with a good fight
And each thing we shot
So I don't need attitude
'Cause you knew just what to do
We can’t call for backup
We all need to dock up
Stop talkin smack
Stand by on slack
I was the tackle
You were FC
You had the last word
The 'shoot' or 'don’t shoot'
I knew every wormhole
In the systems we show
But it's not what you're sure of
It's what you don't know
It should have been filled with
The usual corps
Throwing their brawlers
At their front door
We all had our Logis
And were ready for war
But how do you plan for
A fleet of Nestors?
In two minutes flat
We're back on the wormhole
Foot to the mat
I can't understand it
There must be a rat
The fleet isn’t standing
Could we leave it at that?
We all had our warp-ins
We each had been taught
We'd over-rehearsed it
We couldn’t be caught
They can't teach you flying
It's something you’ve got
It's the same with a good fight
And each thing we shot
So I don't need attitude
'Cause you knew just what to do
We can’t call for backup
We all need to dock up
Stop talkin smack
Stand by on slack
I was the tackle
You were FC
You had the last word
The 'shoot' or 'don’t shoot'
I knew every wormhole
In the systems we show
But it's not what you're sure of
It's what you don't know
It should have been filled with
The usual corps
Throwing their brawlers
At their front door
We all had our Logis
And were ready for war
But how do you plan for
A fleet of Nestors?