- Kills
- 46
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 25
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 81%
- ISK destroyed
- 6.16B
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 46
- Losses
- 25
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 46
ISK
- Destroyed
- 6.16B
- Lost
- 1.42B
- Balance
- +4.74B
- ISK Efficiency
- 81%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- 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
"All right!" Gabrielle clenched her teeth. "Xena, will you please help me to catch a fish?!"
"Okay!" the taller woman said simply, brightly. She hopped to her feet. "Now then. The first thing we need to do is to get you a good lure." She moved to their bags by the campfire, and pulled out a small piece of hammered metal.
"I thought you said it wasn’t a question of lures. And what is that?"
"Oh, lures are important, Gabrielle," the warrior said matter-of-factly, as she worked to affix the thin, sparkly metal to the line. "And this extra piece from the new sword buckle I’m working on, should do the trick. That, and if you get out from under the shadow of those cottonwoods." Her tongue poked its way between her lips as she concentrated on the task at hand. "There!" she was finished. "Follow me!" and she led the way back to the rock where she’d left her pole. As the two women approached, they could see that Xena’s pole was nearly bent in two by the weight of... something, at the end of it.
"Okay!" the taller woman said simply, brightly. She hopped to her feet. "Now then. The first thing we need to do is to get you a good lure." She moved to their bags by the campfire, and pulled out a small piece of hammered metal.
"I thought you said it wasn’t a question of lures. And what is that?"
"Oh, lures are important, Gabrielle," the warrior said matter-of-factly, as she worked to affix the thin, sparkly metal to the line. "And this extra piece from the new sword buckle I’m working on, should do the trick. That, and if you get out from under the shadow of those cottonwoods." Her tongue poked its way between her lips as she concentrated on the task at hand. "There!" she was finished. "Follow me!" and she led the way back to the rock where she’d left her pole. As the two women approached, they could see that Xena’s pole was nearly bent in two by the weight of... something, at the end of it.