4.86
1d ago
May 1, 2023(2y)
May 1, 2026(14d)
Combat
Kills553
Losses95
Efficiency85%
ISK
Destroyed420.51b
Lost15.06b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills94
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows220
Points553
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.51
ActivityMedium
Minmatar
Sebiestor
4.86
Last Active
1d ago
Birthday
May 1, 2023 (2 years old)
Next Birthday
May 1, 2026 (14 days)
Combat
Kills553
Losses95
Efficiency85%
Danger Ratio94%
ISK
Destroyed420.51b
Lost15.06b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+405.45b
Solo
Solo Kills94
Solo Ratio17%
Final Blows220
Points553
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio6%
Avg Kills/Day0.51
ActivityMedium
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Bio
The Minmatar taught Asha Soldati that survival was a language spoken with fists, fire, and stubborn breath. She had learned it well. Every scar on her body, every dent in her assault craft, was a sentence in that language. The Empire had tried to break her people for centuries; she had sworn she would never bend.
Here she was: limping into a neutral station, her ship venting atmosphere, alarms still ringing in her ears. Shot down again. Another pointless clash in a war older than her grandmother’s memories.
Asha Acrobati stood in the common hall, posture rigid, Amarr robes scorched, eyes wary. Soldati felt the old anger rise. The Amarr had taken too much from her people to ever be forgiven.
Then a third woman spoke. Asha Explorati sat at a small table, star charts drifting in holographic layers around her. Calm. Unafraid.
“You both look like you lost the same fight,” she said.
Soldati almost walked away. But something in Explorati’s voice—steady, grounded—pulled her in. Against instinct, she sat. Acrobati did too, though she looked like she expected a knife at any moment.
Explorati talked. Not about empires or wars, but about Anoikis—about drifting through silent systems where ancient machines dreamed in the dark. About stars that pulsed like living hearts. About places untouched by chains or conquest. Soldati listened despite herself.
For the first time, she saw the Amarr woman not as an enemy, but as someone just as tired of being used. Acrobati’s hands trembled when she thought no one was looking. Soldati recognized that tremor. She’d felt it after too many battles.
When their ships were repaired, Soldati stood ready to return to the Republic. But the thought of going back to the same orders, the same war, the same cycle of loss—it felt heavier than any armor she’d worn.
She found the others waiting.
“I’m done fighting for people who don’t bleed for me,” she said. Acrobati nodded. Explorati smiled. Together they found new purpose, Soldati in the good fight, with the Virtus Crusade.
Here she was: limping into a neutral station, her ship venting atmosphere, alarms still ringing in her ears. Shot down again. Another pointless clash in a war older than her grandmother’s memories.
Asha Acrobati stood in the common hall, posture rigid, Amarr robes scorched, eyes wary. Soldati felt the old anger rise. The Amarr had taken too much from her people to ever be forgiven.
Then a third woman spoke. Asha Explorati sat at a small table, star charts drifting in holographic layers around her. Calm. Unafraid.
“You both look like you lost the same fight,” she said.
Soldati almost walked away. But something in Explorati’s voice—steady, grounded—pulled her in. Against instinct, she sat. Acrobati did too, though she looked like she expected a knife at any moment.
Explorati talked. Not about empires or wars, but about Anoikis—about drifting through silent systems where ancient machines dreamed in the dark. About stars that pulsed like living hearts. About places untouched by chains or conquest. Soldati listened despite herself.
For the first time, she saw the Amarr woman not as an enemy, but as someone just as tired of being used. Acrobati’s hands trembled when she thought no one was looking. Soldati recognized that tremor. She’d felt it after too many battles.
When their ships were repaired, Soldati stood ready to return to the Republic. But the thought of going back to the same orders, the same war, the same cycle of loss—it felt heavier than any armor she’d worn.
She found the others waiting.
“I’m done fighting for people who don’t bleed for me,” she said. Acrobati nodded. Explorati smiled. Together they found new purpose, Soldati in the good fight, with the Virtus Crusade.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills38
Losses10
Efficiency79%
ISK Destroyed321.23b
ISK Lost1.11b
ISK Efficiency100%
Solo Kills8
Solo Losses6
NPC Losses2
Blob Factor30.79
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows15
Points38
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleSmall Gang (38 kills)
Solo 18% Small 37% Mid 18% Fleet 24% Blob 3%
Avg Fleet: 30.8 Logi Pilot Bait (5x)
Typically Flies
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