CorporationActive
[WIOD] Wings of Daedalus
8 membersTax 10%Founded in 2008
CEOGunner SheltranIndependent- Kills
- 193
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 377
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 33%
- ISK destroyed
- 22.25B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 193
- Losses
- 377
- Danger Ratio
- 99%
- Final Blows
- 44
- Points
- 193
ISK
- Destroyed
- 22.25B
- Lost
- 45.09B
- Balance
- -22.83B
- ISK Efficiency
- 33%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 19
- Solo Ratio
- 10%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 4
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 1%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies, where it fights, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
Killed By
Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.
Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Description
Darkside 34 is the wind beneath our wings. (Insert some snyde comment about the wind blowing here)
Please See Dylan Chan for all Diplomatic matters
There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against power and principalities, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting, in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.
Please See Dylan Chan for all Diplomatic matters
There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against power and principalities, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting, in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.