1.30Pilot
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CaldariCivire
- Kills
- 49
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 31
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 3%
- ISK destroyed
- 1.03B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 49
- Losses
- 31
- Danger Ratio
- 97%
- Final Blows
- 23
- Points
- 45
ISK
- Destroyed
- 1.03B
- Lost
- 36.75B
- Balance
- -35.71B
- ISK Efficiency
- 3%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 12
- Solo Ratio
- 24%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 1
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 3%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt55.5M
Damage Ratio · 98%
Damage Taken917.2K
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
The Sovereign of the Static
Wormhole born and Void marked.
I move through collapsing connections as if they were doors left ajar. I engage with intent, eject without hesitation, and return to the vat—a little less organic, a little more refined—each time.
Idle Abyss is home; the screaming heat of a microwarpdrive is the only mentor I trust.
The hole speaks in mass limits and molecular shifts. I listen. I follow its pull into systems that were dormant until my structures anchored. I do not merely visit the darkness; I build within it, tethering my legacy to the heart of the unknown and fueling my reactors with the spoils of the hunt.
When my fleet lands on grid, the salvage report is already written. When my factories breathe, the profit is already seized. I am not here to trade in the market — I am here to transmute the Void into power.
The Void remembers every capsule. I simply help it choose the order.
Wormhole born and Void marked.
I move through collapsing connections as if they were doors left ajar. I engage with intent, eject without hesitation, and return to the vat—a little less organic, a little more refined—each time.
Idle Abyss is home; the screaming heat of a microwarpdrive is the only mentor I trust.
The hole speaks in mass limits and molecular shifts. I listen. I follow its pull into systems that were dormant until my structures anchored. I do not merely visit the darkness; I build within it, tethering my legacy to the heart of the unknown and fueling my reactors with the spoils of the hunt.
When my fleet lands on grid, the salvage report is already written. When my factories breathe, the profit is already seized. I am not here to trade in the market — I am here to transmute the Void into power.
The Void remembers every capsule. I simply help it choose the order.