- Kills
- 2
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 2
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 100%
- ISK destroyed
- 344.0M
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2
- Losses
- 2
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 2
- Points
- 2
ISK
- Destroyed
- 344.0M
- Lost
- 5K
- Balance
- +344.0M
- ISK Efficiency
- 100%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 2
- Solo Ratio
- 100%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
What the corporation flies, where it fights, 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.
Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Description
With them came Terror, Fear, and tireless Strife, sister and companion of man-destroying Ares—at first small in stature, she later grows enormous, head reaching heaven, as she strides across the earth. Strife went through crowds of soldiers, casting hatred on both sides equally, multiplying human miseries.
When the two armies came to one common ground, they smashed into each other—shields, spears, fierce angry men, encased in bronze. Studded shields bashed one another. A huge din arose—human cries of grief and triumph, those killing and those killed. Earth flowed with blood. Just as streams swollen with melting snows pour out, down the hill side into a pool, meeting some torrent from a great spring in a hollow gully there, and the shepherd in the distant hills hears the roar—so the shouts and turmoil resounded then from warriors as they collided.
-The Iliad, Book IV
When the two armies came to one common ground, they smashed into each other—shields, spears, fierce angry men, encased in bronze. Studded shields bashed one another. A huge din arose—human cries of grief and triumph, those killing and those killed. Earth flowed with blood. Just as streams swollen with melting snows pour out, down the hill side into a pool, meeting some torrent from a great spring in a hollow gully there, and the shepherd in the distant hills hears the roar—so the shouts and turmoil resounded then from warriors as they collided.
-The Iliad, Book IV