- Kill
- 169
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 84
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 75%
- ISK distrutti
- 42.99B
- +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
- 169
- Perdite
- 84
- Indice di pericolo
- 49%
- Colpi finali
- 145
- Punti
- 793
ISK
- Distrutti
- 42.99B
- Persi
- 14.56B
- Bilancio
- +28.43B
- Efficienza ISK
- 75%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 108
- Percentuale solo
- 64%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 43
- Quota perdite NPC
- 51%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti623.3K
Rapporto danni · 44%
Danni subiti801.8K
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
Impact Lockie Kill: Side Liner (Capsule)
No official record marks his origin. The earliest traces of his name surface in fragmented kill reports and corrupted transmissions drifting through the lawless systems of New Eden. Ships didn’t just vanish where he operated they were erased, their wreckage picked clean with surgical precision, their crews left to suffocate in the cold silence between stars.
He began as something insignificant a capsuleer among thousands, another immortal chasing ISK and glory. But something in him fractured early. Where others saw opportunity, Lockie saw dominion. Where others fought for survival, he hunted for control. The transition from pilot to predator was not gradual. It was absolute.
Impact Lockie became a pirate not for profit, but for the ritual of it.
He stalked trade routes like a patient disease, studying patterns, habits, weaknesses. His attacks were never rushed. Victims would often report strange anomalies before their destruction brief sensor distortions, ghost signals, engines failing without cause. By the time Lockie decloaked, it was already over. Panic would set in. Comms would flood. Then silence.
He preferred to watch.
Survivors rare as they were spoke of his voice: calm, almost disinterested, as if the destruction unfolding was beneath him. He would sometimes open a channel mid ambush, not to negotiate, but to observe the fear. To measure it. To understand it.
Ransoms were inconsistent. Sometimes he demanded everything. Sometimes nothing at all. Entire fleets have been obliterated without a single ISK requested, their destruction serving no visible purpose beyond feeding whatever void had taken root inside him.
No official record marks his origin. The earliest traces of his name surface in fragmented kill reports and corrupted transmissions drifting through the lawless systems of New Eden. Ships didn’t just vanish where he operated they were erased, their wreckage picked clean with surgical precision, their crews left to suffocate in the cold silence between stars.
He began as something insignificant a capsuleer among thousands, another immortal chasing ISK and glory. But something in him fractured early. Where others saw opportunity, Lockie saw dominion. Where others fought for survival, he hunted for control. The transition from pilot to predator was not gradual. It was absolute.
Impact Lockie became a pirate not for profit, but for the ritual of it.
He stalked trade routes like a patient disease, studying patterns, habits, weaknesses. His attacks were never rushed. Victims would often report strange anomalies before their destruction brief sensor distortions, ghost signals, engines failing without cause. By the time Lockie decloaked, it was already over. Panic would set in. Comms would flood. Then silence.
He preferred to watch.
Survivors rare as they were spoke of his voice: calm, almost disinterested, as if the destruction unfolding was beneath him. He would sometimes open a channel mid ambush, not to negotiate, but to observe the fear. To measure it. To understand it.
Ransoms were inconsistent. Sometimes he demanded everything. Sometimes nothing at all. Entire fleets have been obliterated without a single ISK requested, their destruction serving no visible purpose beyond feeding whatever void had taken root inside him.