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[NIIII] Knights of Nii

43 membersTax 5%Founded in 2010
Kills
4,640
+0 in the last 90 days
Losses
1,257
+0 in the last 90 days
79%
Efficiency
ISK Efficiency 94%
ISK destroyed
1.80T
+0 in the last 90 days
Activity
Inactive
0 kills/day · last 90 days

Combat Record

Career-long numbers from eve-kill

Combat

Kills
4,640
Losses
1,257
Danger Ratio
94%
Final Blows
1,861
Points
4,640

ISK

Destroyed
1.80T
Lost
111.98B
Balance
+1.69T
ISK Efficiency
94%

Solo

Solo Kills
885
Solo Ratio
19%
Avg Kills/Day
—

Other

NPC Losses
81
NPC Loss Ratio
6%
Activity
Inactive

Activity

What the corporation flies, where it fights, latest kills and losses

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SystemsLast 90d
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Most Valuable

The priciest kills in the window

Matchups

Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose

Last 90d
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Hulls LostLosses broken down by hull class.

Battles

Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive

Description

http://imgur.com/gallery/AZKBToR

The Knights of Nii are a casual group of people who are here to have fun.

We are active in most parts of Eve though our focus is wormhole space. You can often find us clearing space of interstellar debris.

Captain and general Nii God:
Geddonz
Acting CEO and general scapegoat: Lex Akely


About being a Knight of Nii:
Roger the Shrubber: Are you saying Ni to that old woman?
King Arthur: Um, yes.
Roger the Shrubber: Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say Ni at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress in this period in history.
King Arthur: Did you say shrubberies?
Roger the Shrubber: Yes, shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.


About being a part of The 20 Minuter Alliance:
Captain Darling: Excuse me, Sir
Lord Flasheart: Yes, yes, prat at the back.
Captain Darling: I'm sure we'd all like to know... Why are you called the Twenty Minuters?
Lieutenant George: Oh, Mr Thicko, fancy not knowing that!
Lord Flasheart: It's simple! The life expectancy of a new pilot is twenty minutes!
Captain Blackadder: Life *expectancy* of twenty minutes?
Lord Flasheart: That's right! Goggles on, chocks away, last one back's a homo! Hooray!
Captain Blackadder: So we take off in ten minutes, we're in the air for twenty minutes, so we should be dead by twenty to ten.
Lieutenant George: Hairy blighter, sir, this is a bit of a turn-up for the plus fours.