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High Command of Bad DecisionsCorporazione[HCOBD] High Command of Bad DecisionsBrotherhood Of Silent SpaceAlleanza[BOSS.] Brotherhood Of Silent Space
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Security status
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Scheda di combattimento

Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera

Combattimento
Kill
3193
Perdite
107
Efficienza
97%
Indice di pericolo
79%
ISK
Distrutti
1.00T
Persi
6.62B
Efficienza ISK
99%
Bilancio
+993.64B
Solo
Kill in solo
220
Percentuale solo
7%
Colpi finali
781
Punti
3273
Altro
Perdite contro NPC
23
Quota perdite NPC
21%
Kill medie/giorno
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Attività
Media
Danni
Danni inflitti41.5M
Danni subiti1.0M
Rapporto danni98%

Profilo operativo

Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni

Attività

Cosa vola e dove combatte

I più preziosi

Chi incontra

Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde

ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 90g

Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.

Carriera

Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente

Bio in gioco

Ballad of the Voidborn

So hoist the flag and drain the cup,
Our time is short, the tide is up.
Through dying stars and storms we flew,
With hearts of flame and ships of few.

We rode on winds no maps could trace,
In shattered holes, from place to place.
No stargate lit the paths we crossed,
Just echoes, traps — and what we lost.

We stole from gods, we danced with death,
We laughed beneath the reaper’s breath.
In silence deep, our guns would sing,
Then vanish swift, like phantom wing.

We cloaked in dust, we struck unseen,
In cursed domains where none had been.
No beacon burns, no beacon calls —
We built our thrones in dead men’s halls.

The sleepers woke; we made them sleep.
We sowed their dark, we mined deep.
For loot or greed or spite or pride,
We lived where reason would not bide.

Our names were feared, then lost in time,
Not carved in stone, but sung in grime.
No medals pinned. No banners raised.
Just shadows where our wrath once blazed.

And still we sail, though none may see
The path we walk to stay so free.
We fight, we fall, we rise once more —
Like echoes clawing through the roar.

So drink to those who slipped the fight,
Who vanished into endless night.
No grave, no stone, no last surrenders —
They shine through us… and the void remembers.