0.20Arien Serinde
- Creato il
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- Ultima attività
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- Security status
- 0.20
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 1
- Perdite
- 4
- Efficienza
- 20%
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 397.3M
- Persi
- 708K
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
- Bilancio
- +396.6M
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 0
- Percentuale solo
- 0%
- Colpi finali
- 0
- Punti
- 1
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni
Danni inflitti54.0K
Danni subiti4.3K
Rapporto danni93%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
NaviUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
SistemiUltima settimana
Nessun dato in questo periodo.
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90 giorni
Scafi persi
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary FleetDal martedì 5 maggio 20200 Kill0 Perdite
Sebiestor TribeDal martedì 5 maggio 20200 Kill0 Perdite
ArvernienDal sabato 21 marzo 20150 Kill4 Perdite
Avernien.Dal sabato 28 febbraio 20150 Kill0 Perdite
Estel Arador Corp ServicesDal giovedì 19 febbraio 20150 Kill0 Perdite
Volantis IndustriesDal martedì 23 dicembre 20140 Kill0 Perdite
Taur-Nu-FuinDal mercoledì 29 ottobre 20140 Kill0 Perdite
Republic UniversityDal venerdì 12 settembre 20140 Kill0 Perdite
Bio in gioco
New Eden is a big place. So big that when you yell for help, no one will ever hear you. Even if you attached a microwarp drive to the wavelength of your voice, it is not enough to stop the universe from forgetting who you are.
You see, I would scream and scream. I would hope and hope. And I would doubt and doubt. What I had done to survive thus far had failed me. Maybe this is this what deserved for allowing myself to be passed between Amarr slave lords? How could it when I was trapped. My captors took me from my home. Maybe I should have put up a fight so that they could have killed me like the other girls in my colony's school.
What if this is the peace I deserved? To die slowly, in the cold of space, amongst the bodies and wrecks of those that enslaved me. My heart does feel calm, but my spirit tells me that I am destined for more.
My capsule's life support is at 1% when I saw a final darkness fill my confined space. A bright light spontaneously fills it. I am being pulled by some kind of ship that looks like a cigar. Is it a sleeper? Is this my end? My body as a vessel for these ancient beings?
No.
I heard an overwhelming boom and roar as the shields of this vessel were hit by lasers.
Salvation!
A white knight. Several of them. They swarmed these vessels and destroyed them. Yet in my excitement, I heard it. Errrrrrrr. I life support systems of the capsule were depleted. Time to take my final breath and hope.
Then there I awoke. Naked. Wet. I felt anew. Clean air. Gravity. As I opened my eyes, a figure approached me. He put his arm out holding a towel. I tried to reach, but my arms failed to understand my desire. He knelt down and put it over me breast and stomach.
"You're safe now. We're with the 1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary Fleet."
I am not one to believe that there is a god. Or destiny. Or any kind of higher power. But after that day, I felt that this was my home. I may not believe in the mission, but I know that where I stand now I have a means to reach those voices silenced by the depth and expanse of New Eden.
You see, I would scream and scream. I would hope and hope. And I would doubt and doubt. What I had done to survive thus far had failed me. Maybe this is this what deserved for allowing myself to be passed between Amarr slave lords? How could it when I was trapped. My captors took me from my home. Maybe I should have put up a fight so that they could have killed me like the other girls in my colony's school.
What if this is the peace I deserved? To die slowly, in the cold of space, amongst the bodies and wrecks of those that enslaved me. My heart does feel calm, but my spirit tells me that I am destined for more.
My capsule's life support is at 1% when I saw a final darkness fill my confined space. A bright light spontaneously fills it. I am being pulled by some kind of ship that looks like a cigar. Is it a sleeper? Is this my end? My body as a vessel for these ancient beings?
No.
I heard an overwhelming boom and roar as the shields of this vessel were hit by lasers.
Salvation!
A white knight. Several of them. They swarmed these vessels and destroyed them. Yet in my excitement, I heard it. Errrrrrrr. I life support systems of the capsule were depleted. Time to take my final breath and hope.
Then there I awoke. Naked. Wet. I felt anew. Clean air. Gravity. As I opened my eyes, a figure approached me. He put his arm out holding a towel. I tried to reach, but my arms failed to understand my desire. He knelt down and put it over me breast and stomach.
"You're safe now. We're with the 1st Strategic Intelligence Expeditionary Fleet."
I am not one to believe that there is a god. Or destiny. Or any kind of higher power. But after that day, I felt that this was my home. I may not believe in the mission, but I know that where I stand now I have a means to reach those voices silenced by the depth and expanse of New Eden.