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[TSATU] The Saturn Surfers
31 membersTax 2%Founded in 2023
CEOArav Hier BadasazIndependent- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 6
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 6
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 19.79B
- Balance
- -19.79B
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
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
"Riding the rings, dodging the drama."
Tired of the endless pings, CTA alarms, and egos the size of titans? So were we. The Saturn Surfers are a group of laid-back pilots who left behind the blue-donut bureaucracy and never-ending grind of null-sec wars. We traded supercap umbrellas for the serene glow of Saturn’s rings, swapped strategic objectives for casual mission runs, and exchanged spreadsheets for stories around the warp drive.
We’re here to fly, joke around, and maybe shoot a few rats when we feel like it. No pressure, no politics—just good vibes and great company. If you’re looking for the next big power play, you’re in the wrong orbit. If you want to relax, make ISK, and talk about the good old days when titans still scared people, then you might be one of us.
Recruitment is selective. We’ll reach out if we think you’re the right kind of weird. Until then, fly safe and maybe catch us surfing the rings.
Tired of the endless pings, CTA alarms, and egos the size of titans? So were we. The Saturn Surfers are a group of laid-back pilots who left behind the blue-donut bureaucracy and never-ending grind of null-sec wars. We traded supercap umbrellas for the serene glow of Saturn’s rings, swapped strategic objectives for casual mission runs, and exchanged spreadsheets for stories around the warp drive.
We’re here to fly, joke around, and maybe shoot a few rats when we feel like it. No pressure, no politics—just good vibes and great company. If you’re looking for the next big power play, you’re in the wrong orbit. If you want to relax, make ISK, and talk about the good old days when titans still scared people, then you might be one of us.
Recruitment is selective. We’ll reach out if we think you’re the right kind of weird. Until then, fly safe and maybe catch us surfing the rings.