- Kill
- 0
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 1
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 0%
- ISK distrutti
- 0
- +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
- 0
- Perdite
- 1
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 0
ISK
- Distrutti
- 0
- Persi
- 14.4M
- Bilancio
- -14.4M
- Efficienza ISK
- 0%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti0
Rapporto danni · 0%
Danni subiti4.4K
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
( Roleplayer )
"Like all the other cadets in my class, once we were released onto our maiden flight, I indulged in the freedom of flight. Skimming past the surfaces of low-grav moons, weaving in and out of a meteor swarm, warping for the sheer joy of it. I was the ship, and the ship was me. We were sisters, friends, and lovers, the frigate responding to my slightest desire.
We stopped at a nav beacon on the way back to the training facility. Even though I was to be cleared for active duty, I could not give up this freedom just yet. As we sat, watching the stars, a Federal patrol stopped in. A small fleet of warships headed by a massive battleship.
As they realigned in formation, my thoughts drifted. If they could speak, what would they say? 'We are watching you?' 'Don't oppose us?'
'No.,.' I thought as the largest passed over me, draping my ship in shadows. They are saying
'Welcome to the fold, Little Sister.
We have been waiting for you.'
"Like all the other cadets in my class, once we were released onto our maiden flight, I indulged in the freedom of flight. Skimming past the surfaces of low-grav moons, weaving in and out of a meteor swarm, warping for the sheer joy of it. I was the ship, and the ship was me. We were sisters, friends, and lovers, the frigate responding to my slightest desire.
We stopped at a nav beacon on the way back to the training facility. Even though I was to be cleared for active duty, I could not give up this freedom just yet. As we sat, watching the stars, a Federal patrol stopped in. A small fleet of warships headed by a massive battleship.
As they realigned in formation, my thoughts drifted. If they could speak, what would they say? 'We are watching you?' 'Don't oppose us?'
'No.,.' I thought as the largest passed over me, draping my ship in shadows. They are saying
'Welcome to the fold, Little Sister.
We have been waiting for you.'