- Kill
- 78
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 42
- +0 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 96%
- ISK distrutti
- 7.13B
- +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
- 78
- Perdite
- 42
- Indice di pericolo
- 100%
- Colpi finali
- 4
- Punti
- 78
ISK
- Distrutti
- 7.13B
- Persi
- 309.0M
- Bilancio
- +6.82B
- Efficienza ISK
- 96%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 1
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 0
- Quota perdite NPC
- 0%
- Attività
- Inattivo
Danni inflitti50.8K
Rapporto danni · 29%
Danni subiti125.1K
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
He knew it was going to be competitive.
He knew there would be some days he would get rewarded for his diligence.
He knew there would be days that would barely pay for his expenses.
He knew there could be a day that cost him everything.
But he would keep going, even in the face of --
"You find anything yet?"
Goddamnit.
"No." Otto replied. "Not yet."
The frustrated sigh that came back sounded more of understanding than loathing this time. "Well, we need something. Keep looking." Senna flicked off the comm channel, and Otto was left to his work.
His route thru low-sec had been uneventful - that wonderous blessing and curse only explorers really knew. He hadn't seen any other cappers, but he hadn't found anything worth hunting down.
Moving to a safe spot to start his scan. Otto went through his motions. Set the probes, prep the scanners, be ready to haul ass out of th--
And then he saw it.
A covert lab.
He would have 90 seconds.
"Payday."
He knew there would be some days he would get rewarded for his diligence.
He knew there would be days that would barely pay for his expenses.
He knew there could be a day that cost him everything.
But he would keep going, even in the face of --
"You find anything yet?"
Goddamnit.
"No." Otto replied. "Not yet."
The frustrated sigh that came back sounded more of understanding than loathing this time. "Well, we need something. Keep looking." Senna flicked off the comm channel, and Otto was left to his work.
His route thru low-sec had been uneventful - that wonderous blessing and curse only explorers really knew. He hadn't seen any other cappers, but he hadn't found anything worth hunting down.
Moving to a safe spot to start his scan. Otto went through his motions. Set the probes, prep the scanners, be ready to haul ass out of th--
And then he saw it.
A covert lab.
He would have 90 seconds.
"Payday."