0.20Pilot
Arien Serinde
MinmatarSebiestor
- Kills
- 1
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 4
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 397.3M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 1
- Losses
- 4
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 1
ISK
- Destroyed
- 397.3M
- Lost
- 708K
- Balance
- +396.6M
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt54.0K
Damage Ratio · 93%
Damage Taken4.3K
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
New Eden is a big place. So big that when you yell for help, no one will ever hear you. Even if you attached a microwarp drive to the wavelength of your voice, it is not enough to stop the universe from forgetting who you are.
You see, I would scream and scream. I would hope and hope. And I would doubt and doubt. What I had done to survive thus far had failed me. Maybe this is this what deserved for allowing myself to be passed between Amarr slave lords? How could it when I was trapped. My captors took me from my home. Maybe I should have put up a fight so that they could have killed me like the other girls in my colony's school.
What if this is the peace I deserved? To die slowly, in the cold of space, amongst the bodies and wrecks of those that enslaved me. My heart does feel calm, but my spirit tells me that I am destined for more.
My capsule's life support is at 1% when I saw a final darkness fill my confined space. A bright light spontaneously fills it. I am being pulled by some kind of ship that looks like a cigar. Is it a sleeper? Is this my end? My body as a vessel for these ancient beings?
No.
I heard an overwhelming boom and roar as the shields of this vessel were hit by lasers.
Salvation!
A white knight. Several of them. They swarmed these vessels and destroyed them. Yet in my excitement, I heard it. Errrrrrrr. I life support systems of the capsule were depleted. Time to take my final breath and hope.
Then there I awoke. Naked. Wet. I felt anew. Clean air. Gravity. As I opened my eyes, a figure approached me. He put his arm out holding a towel. I tried to reach, but my arms failed to understand my desire. He knelt down and put it over me breast and stomach.
"You're safe now. We're with the 1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary Fleet."
I am not one to believe that there is a god. Or destiny. Or any kind of higher power. But after that day, I felt that this was my home. I may not believe in the mission, but I know that where I stand now I have a means to reach those voices silenced by the depth and expanse of New Eden.
You see, I would scream and scream. I would hope and hope. And I would doubt and doubt. What I had done to survive thus far had failed me. Maybe this is this what deserved for allowing myself to be passed between Amarr slave lords? How could it when I was trapped. My captors took me from my home. Maybe I should have put up a fight so that they could have killed me like the other girls in my colony's school.
What if this is the peace I deserved? To die slowly, in the cold of space, amongst the bodies and wrecks of those that enslaved me. My heart does feel calm, but my spirit tells me that I am destined for more.
My capsule's life support is at 1% when I saw a final darkness fill my confined space. A bright light spontaneously fills it. I am being pulled by some kind of ship that looks like a cigar. Is it a sleeper? Is this my end? My body as a vessel for these ancient beings?
No.
I heard an overwhelming boom and roar as the shields of this vessel were hit by lasers.
Salvation!
A white knight. Several of them. They swarmed these vessels and destroyed them. Yet in my excitement, I heard it. Errrrrrrr. I life support systems of the capsule were depleted. Time to take my final breath and hope.
Then there I awoke. Naked. Wet. I felt anew. Clean air. Gravity. As I opened my eyes, a figure approached me. He put his arm out holding a towel. I tried to reach, but my arms failed to understand my desire. He knelt down and put it over me breast and stomach.
"You're safe now. We're with the 1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary Fleet."
I am not one to believe that there is a god. Or destiny. Or any kind of higher power. But after that day, I felt that this was my home. I may not believe in the mission, but I know that where I stand now I have a means to reach those voices silenced by the depth and expanse of New Eden.