- Kills
- 78
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 42
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 96%
- ISK destroyed
- 7.13B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 78
- Losses
- 42
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 4
- Points
- 78
ISK
- Destroyed
- 7.13B
- Lost
- 309.0M
- Balance
- +6.82B
- ISK Efficiency
- 96%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 1%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Damage Dealt50.8K
Damage Ratio · 29%
Damage Taken125.1K
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
He knew it was going to be competitive.
He knew there would be some days he would get rewarded for his diligence.
He knew there would be days that would barely pay for his expenses.
He knew there could be a day that cost him everything.
But he would keep going, even in the face of --
"You find anything yet?"
Goddamnit.
"No." Otto replied. "Not yet."
The frustrated sigh that came back sounded more of understanding than loathing this time. "Well, we need something. Keep looking." Senna flicked off the comm channel, and Otto was left to his work.
His route thru low-sec had been uneventful - that wonderous blessing and curse only explorers really knew. He hadn't seen any other cappers, but he hadn't found anything worth hunting down.
Moving to a safe spot to start his scan. Otto went through his motions. Set the probes, prep the scanners, be ready to haul ass out of th--
And then he saw it.
A covert lab.
He would have 90 seconds.
"Payday."
He knew there would be some days he would get rewarded for his diligence.
He knew there would be days that would barely pay for his expenses.
He knew there could be a day that cost him everything.
But he would keep going, even in the face of --
"You find anything yet?"
Goddamnit.
"No." Otto replied. "Not yet."
The frustrated sigh that came back sounded more of understanding than loathing this time. "Well, we need something. Keep looking." Senna flicked off the comm channel, and Otto was left to his work.
His route thru low-sec had been uneventful - that wonderous blessing and curse only explorers really knew. He hadn't seen any other cappers, but he hadn't found anything worth hunting down.
Moving to a safe spot to start his scan. Otto went through his motions. Set the probes, prep the scanners, be ready to haul ass out of th--
And then he saw it.
A covert lab.
He would have 90 seconds.
"Payday."