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Eternal Shadow
GallenteIntaki
- Kill
- 2566
- +287 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 182
- +13 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 98%
- ISK distrutti
- 2.48T
- +461.96B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Molto alta
- 3,2 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 2566
- Perdite
- 182
- Indice di pericolo
- 86%
- Colpi finali
- 240
- Punti
- 1988
ISK
- Distrutti
- 2.48T
- Persi
- 45.42B
- Bilancio
- +2.43T
- Efficienza ISK
- 98%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 82
- Percentuale solo
- 3%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 26
- Quota perdite NPC
- 14%
- Attività
- Molto alta
Danni inflitti180.7M
Rapporto danni · 98%
Danni subiti3.1M
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
I wake, the gel from the clone tank filling my mouth, nostrils and every other bodily orifice.
Disoriented, I allow the hands of the medics to do their work, massaging muscles, flexing joints as yet unused.
Then they start, the flashbacks, glimpses of what has just passed. A surge of nausea as I remember the first fleeting touch of the void, the cold, so cold and then nothing...............
I struggle to piece the flashing images together, they flitter just out of reach, its like trying to catch the Crimson Death Moth of my home world - Bourynes.
Then the realisation hits home, DEAD, not just a loss of ship but the life preserving cocoon destroyed too, ripped apart by the heavy drones. I had been so confident, after a year in space I wasn't a newbie. But then the mercenaries came.
Why had the mercs picked us? Who was paying them? Questions still to be answered.
http://cerlestes.de/eve/explained/
http://cerlestes.de/eve/explained/round2.html
Disoriented, I allow the hands of the medics to do their work, massaging muscles, flexing joints as yet unused.
Then they start, the flashbacks, glimpses of what has just passed. A surge of nausea as I remember the first fleeting touch of the void, the cold, so cold and then nothing...............
I struggle to piece the flashing images together, they flitter just out of reach, its like trying to catch the Crimson Death Moth of my home world - Bourynes.
Then the realisation hits home, DEAD, not just a loss of ship but the life preserving cocoon destroyed too, ripped apart by the heavy drones. I had been so confident, after a year in space I wasn't a newbie. But then the mercenaries came.
Why had the mercs picked us? Who was paying them? Questions still to be answered.
http://cerlestes.de/eve/explained/
http://cerlestes.de/eve/explained/round2.html