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[SNLES] Sons of the Sunless World
1 membersTax 0%Founded in 2026
CEOkadian alenkoIndependent- Kills
- 2
- +2 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 5
- +5 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 2%
- ISK destroyed
- 111.8M
- +111.8M in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Low
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 2
- Losses
- 5
- Danger Ratio
- 100%
- Final Blows
- 1
- Points
- 12
ISK
- Destroyed
- 111.8M
- Lost
- 5.37B
- Balance
- -5.26B
- ISK Efficiency
- 2%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 1
- Solo Ratio
- 50%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Low
Activity
What the corporation flies, where it fights, latest kills and losses
Most Valuable
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
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Battles
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Description
SONS OF THE SUNLESS WORLD [SNLES]
Ave Rudis Nox.
There is no local channel here. You understand what that means, or you will.
It means the system you are ratting in has been ours for three days and you did not know. It means the signature you ignored this morning was a door, and we have been standing on the other side of it since, counting your hulls, learning your timers, watching which one of you warps off grid the moment something goes wrong.
We are not many. We have never needed to be. Terror is a force multiplier and the only one that costs nothing.
Our homeworld's star failed before our ancestors learned to bury their dead. They learned to hunt without light, to move without sound, and to understand that fear is not a weakness in the prey — it is a tool in the hand of the hunter. We brought that with us into the deep, where there are no gates, no sovereignty, no CONCORD, and no one coming when you call.
We roll holes onto people. We sit cloaked on their citadels. We take the fight when it is ours and we leave when it is not, and we are not embarrassed by either. The chain is our weapon. Everything else is delivery.
When we finally come, we do not come suddenly. We come slowly, so you have time to understand what is happening to you.
WE FLY
Covert, small, and hard. Bombers, recons, cloaked tackle. No blob, no ping-and-pray, no ships you cannot afford to leave burning.
WE REQUIRE
Omega, a working mic, and comms discipline. Silence is a weapon and you will learn to hold it.
Scanning. In the dark, a pilot who cannot scan is cargo.
Mass discipline. You will learn what a hole weighs before you jump it.
Full ESI on application. We are paranoid because paranoia has kept us alive.
No timezone requirement. The dark is always somewhere.
WE DO NOT WANT
Pilots who need to be told when to log in
Anyone who thinks a loss mail is a tragedy
Those who require a sun to find their way
New pilots enter as Rudis — raw, unworked, not yet processed. It is not an insult. It is a description, and it is temporary.
The dark is not empty. The dark is unprocessed.
Ave Rudis Nox.
There is no local channel here. You understand what that means, or you will.
It means the system you are ratting in has been ours for three days and you did not know. It means the signature you ignored this morning was a door, and we have been standing on the other side of it since, counting your hulls, learning your timers, watching which one of you warps off grid the moment something goes wrong.
We are not many. We have never needed to be. Terror is a force multiplier and the only one that costs nothing.
Our homeworld's star failed before our ancestors learned to bury their dead. They learned to hunt without light, to move without sound, and to understand that fear is not a weakness in the prey — it is a tool in the hand of the hunter. We brought that with us into the deep, where there are no gates, no sovereignty, no CONCORD, and no one coming when you call.
We roll holes onto people. We sit cloaked on their citadels. We take the fight when it is ours and we leave when it is not, and we are not embarrassed by either. The chain is our weapon. Everything else is delivery.
When we finally come, we do not come suddenly. We come slowly, so you have time to understand what is happening to you.
WE FLY
Covert, small, and hard. Bombers, recons, cloaked tackle. No blob, no ping-and-pray, no ships you cannot afford to leave burning.
WE REQUIRE
Omega, a working mic, and comms discipline. Silence is a weapon and you will learn to hold it.
Scanning. In the dark, a pilot who cannot scan is cargo.
Mass discipline. You will learn what a hole weighs before you jump it.
Full ESI on application. We are paranoid because paranoia has kept us alive.
No timezone requirement. The dark is always somewhere.
WE DO NOT WANT
Pilots who need to be told when to log in
Anyone who thinks a loss mail is a tragedy
Those who require a sun to find their way
New pilots enter as Rudis — raw, unworked, not yet processed. It is not an insult. It is a description, and it is temporary.
The dark is not empty. The dark is unprocessed.