4.90
Asha Soldati
17h ago
May 1, 2023(3y)
May 1, 2027(215d)
Combat
Kills880
Losses104
Efficiency89%
ISK
Destroyed487.78b
Lost15.91b
ISK Eff.97%
Solo
Solo Kills115
Solo Ratio13%
Final Blows277
Combat Points665
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.71
ActivityVery High
Minmatar
Sebiestor
4.90
Asha Soldati
Last Active
17h ago
Birthday
May 1, 2023 (3 years old)
Next Birthday
May 1, 2027 (215 days)
Combat
Kills880
Losses104
Efficiency89%
Danger Ratio95%
ISK
Destroyed487.78b
Lost15.91b
ISK Efficiency97%
Balance+471.86b
Solo
Solo Kills115
Solo Ratio13%
Final Blows277
Combat Points665
Other
NPC Losses5
NPC Loss Ratio5%
Avg Kills/Day0.71
ActivityVery High
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
Kills197
Losses7
Efficiency97%
ISK Destroyed31.79b
ISK Lost595.75m
ISK Efficiency98%
Solo Kills18
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor30.11
Active TimezoneEUTZ
Final Blows41
Points210
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleFleet (194 kills)
Solo 9% Small 11% Mid 11% Fleet 52% Blob 16%
Avg Fleet: 30.3 FC: Medium Logi Pilot Bait (4x)
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