- Kill
- 202
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 86
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 92%
- ISK distrutti
- 234.77B
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Inattivo
- 0 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 202
- Perdite
- 86
- Indice di pericolo
- 98%
- Colpi finali
- 40
- Punti
- 202
ISK
- Distrutti
- 234.77B
- Persi
- 19.27B
- Bilancio
- +215.49B
- Efficienza ISK
- 92%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 13
- Percentuale solo
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 2
- Quota perdite NPC
- 2%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti1.3M
Rapporto danni · 47%
Danni subiti1.4M
Attività
Cosa vola, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
Uccisi
Ucciso da
Scafi persiPerdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Bio in gioco
After years of inactivity, the clone vat labeled Unit 1 began to vibrate. A loud alarm startled Jacob, the medical clone franchise janitor, who stared dumbfounded as the seals cracked and the fluids drained away. The medical specialists were slow to respond so Jabob looked inside. There, a naked hairless man opened his eyes and stared at Jacob, Jacob nearly screamed.
"What is this?" the clone asked Jacob.
"What is what?"
"What is... me?"
"Who? You? What is your name?" asked Jacob
"Unit 1," the clone said, without understanding why he knew that.
The clone's originator had been in the far, far reaches of rogue drone space. He had come under attack, and something went wrong. Some short circuit cut the destructive neural copying process of the pilot's last seconds. Unit 1, the name the clone had remembered, had lost much of his memories. His ship flying proficiencies were intact, but in all other ways, he was a child.
"What is this?" the clone asked Jacob.
"What is what?"
"What is... me?"
"Who? You? What is your name?" asked Jacob
"Unit 1," the clone said, without understanding why he knew that.
The clone's originator had been in the far, far reaches of rogue drone space. He had come under attack, and something went wrong. Some short circuit cut the destructive neural copying process of the pilot's last seconds. Unit 1, the name the clone had remembered, had lost much of his memories. His ship flying proficiencies were intact, but in all other ways, he was a child.