- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 1
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- Activity
- Unknown
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 1
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 3K
- Balance
- -3K
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Unknown
Battles
Engagements in the selected window, from our own killmail archive
Description
Once we were mighty,
Stars bent to our will,
Our reach was infinite,
Our power incontestable,
With outstretched hands we tried,
To touch the face of perfection,
But we came too close,
To that which is not due mortals,
And our punishment is our curse,
Our endless sorrow.
- Translation of an old Jovian poem
"Perfection ain't all it's cracked up to be"
- Angel saying
Stars bent to our will,
Our reach was infinite,
Our power incontestable,
With outstretched hands we tried,
To touch the face of perfection,
But we came too close,
To that which is not due mortals,
And our punishment is our curse,
Our endless sorrow.
- Translation of an old Jovian poem
"Perfection ain't all it's cracked up to be"
- Angel saying