-2.40
Apr 28, 2026
Dec 2, 2023(2y)
Dec 2, 2026(96d)
Combat
Kills1,164
Losses108
Efficiency92%
ISK
Destroyed1.28t
Lost58.51b
ISK Eff.96%
Solo
Solo Kills57
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows162
Points1,164
Other
NPC Losses22
NPC Loss Ratio20%
Avg Kills/Day1.17
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
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-2.40
Last Active
Apr 28, 2026
Birthday
Dec 2, 2023 (2 years old)
Next Birthday
Dec 2, 2026 (96 days)
Combat
Kills1,164
Losses108
Efficiency92%
Danger Ratio80%
ISK
Destroyed1.28t
Lost58.51b
ISK Efficiency96%
Balance+1.22t
Solo
Solo Kills57
Solo Ratio5%
Final Blows162
Points1,164
Other
NPC Losses22
NPC Loss Ratio20%
Avg Kills/Day1.17
ActivityInactive
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Bio
Kill: Dana Aishail (Vedmak)
"The Fall of the Naglfar"
In the vast, cold silence of lowsec space, a lone Atron flickered across the grid—fast, agile, and fearless. Piloted by a daring FL33T scout, it darted through the shadows, scanning for targets. Then it happened: a Naglfar, hulking and defiant, appeared on d-scan. A prime target. Without hesitation, the Atron dove in and tackled the behemoth dreadnought, locking it down like a terrier on a mastiff.
“Tackle on Nag! Need DPS—long range!”
The call went out over comms. FL33T responded. Within minutes, the battlefield shimmered as two Ravens warped in, missiles prepped for distant punishment. A Proteus decloaked next, its subsystems gleaming, ready to support the operation. The pressure began—but the Naglfar held.
“He's tanking too much. We need to break his will—neut him out.”
Enter BIGAB. The neut powerhouse Sacrilege arrived, surging onto the field like a knight in scorched armor, draining the Nag’s capacitor with relentless fury. But even as the dread’s systems flickered, the resistance was immense. The Sacrilege began to strain. FL33T couldn’t afford to lose their neuting anchor.
“Bring the Nestor.”
The BIGAB Nestor dropped from warp like a guardian angel forged in steel, repping the Sacrilege and Proteus with unmatched grace, its beams of hope cutting through the chaos. Still—the Naglfar endured, a monument of stubborn armor and fury.
And then… a silence. A voice broke it.
“I’ll handle this.”
Casper had logged in.
But this wasn’t just Casper. It was his other self—the legend, the myth—the FRENCH BAGUETTE KEBAB, summoned from the depths of BIGAB's hangars. With unrelenting drive, he descended upon the field. A driveby of poetic destruction. Missiles screamed. The battlefield trembled. The Naglfar finally cracked.
Nag down. Op success.
The grid fell quiet. Wreckage drifted like frozen memories. From Atron tackle to multi-pilot madness, FL33T and BIGAB had once again turned chaos into choreography.
"The Fall of the Naglfar"
In the vast, cold silence of lowsec space, a lone Atron flickered across the grid—fast, agile, and fearless. Piloted by a daring FL33T scout, it darted through the shadows, scanning for targets. Then it happened: a Naglfar, hulking and defiant, appeared on d-scan. A prime target. Without hesitation, the Atron dove in and tackled the behemoth dreadnought, locking it down like a terrier on a mastiff.
“Tackle on Nag! Need DPS—long range!”
The call went out over comms. FL33T responded. Within minutes, the battlefield shimmered as two Ravens warped in, missiles prepped for distant punishment. A Proteus decloaked next, its subsystems gleaming, ready to support the operation. The pressure began—but the Naglfar held.
“He's tanking too much. We need to break his will—neut him out.”
Enter BIGAB. The neut powerhouse Sacrilege arrived, surging onto the field like a knight in scorched armor, draining the Nag’s capacitor with relentless fury. But even as the dread’s systems flickered, the resistance was immense. The Sacrilege began to strain. FL33T couldn’t afford to lose their neuting anchor.
“Bring the Nestor.”
The BIGAB Nestor dropped from warp like a guardian angel forged in steel, repping the Sacrilege and Proteus with unmatched grace, its beams of hope cutting through the chaos. Still—the Naglfar endured, a monument of stubborn armor and fury.
And then… a silence. A voice broke it.
“I’ll handle this.”
Casper had logged in.
But this wasn’t just Casper. It was his other self—the legend, the myth—the FRENCH BAGUETTE KEBAB, summoned from the depths of BIGAB's hangars. With unrelenting drive, he descended upon the field. A driveby of poetic destruction. Missiles screamed. The battlefield trembled. The Naglfar finally cracked.
Nag down. Op success.
The grid fell quiet. Wreckage drifted like frozen memories. From Atron tackle to multi-pilot madness, FL33T and BIGAB had once again turned chaos into choreography.
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