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Leon ad Astra
Feb 28, 2026
Jan 7, 2025(1y)
Jan 7, 2027(138d)
Combat
Kills36
Losses41
Efficiency47%
ISK
Destroyed13.08b
Lost26.54b
ISK Eff.33%
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows3
Points36
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
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Leon ad Astra
Last Active
Feb 28, 2026
Birthday
Jan 7, 2025 (1 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 7, 2027 (138 days)
Combat
Kills36
Losses41
Efficiency47%
Danger Ratio78%
ISK
Destroyed13.08b
Lost26.54b
ISK Efficiency33%
Balance-13457943708
Solo
Solo Kills1
Solo Ratio3%
Final Blows3
Points36
Other
NPC Losses9
NPC Loss Ratio22%
Avg Kills/Day0.06
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Leon ad Astra
"Once mapped the quiet places between stars… now I make sure others get home."
I used to think space was a museum: tiptoe through wormholes, brush dust off relics, leave no fingerprints. Signal Cartel taught me that discipline and I wore it like armor. We left rescue caches, marked safe routes, and waved at hunters as they passed. Sometimes they waved back. Sometimes they didn’t.
The turn wasn’t a grand betrayal — just a pile of small, ugly moments:
• A rookie’s Heron blooming into scrap five kilometers off my bow. I had bookmarks, not guns.
• A rescue cache burned for sport. The can was still warm.
• A hole collapsed with three explorers on the wrong side and a gang waiting on the right.
Neutrality is elegant until it’s a muzzle.
“Observe. Explore. Do not intervene.” - I obeyed it long enough to learn something cruel: wolves don’t read credos.
So I made a new one. I’ll still chart Anoikis but now I carry ships that bite; the Jackdaw Skypiercer and the Tengu Nightshade. I’m not crossing the line to become a raider; I’m crossing it to contest those who mistake “unarmed” for “permission”.
To Signal Cartel: Thank you for the map. I’m keeping the stars; I’m just adding teeth.
- Leon
"Once mapped the quiet places between stars… now I make sure others get home."
I used to think space was a museum: tiptoe through wormholes, brush dust off relics, leave no fingerprints. Signal Cartel taught me that discipline and I wore it like armor. We left rescue caches, marked safe routes, and waved at hunters as they passed. Sometimes they waved back. Sometimes they didn’t.
The turn wasn’t a grand betrayal — just a pile of small, ugly moments:
• A rookie’s Heron blooming into scrap five kilometers off my bow. I had bookmarks, not guns.
• A rescue cache burned for sport. The can was still warm.
• A hole collapsed with three explorers on the wrong side and a gang waiting on the right.
Neutrality is elegant until it’s a muzzle.
“Observe. Explore. Do not intervene.” - I obeyed it long enough to learn something cruel: wolves don’t read credos.
So I made a new one. I’ll still chart Anoikis but now I carry ships that bite; the Jackdaw Skypiercer and the Tengu Nightshade. I’m not crossing the line to become a raider; I’m crossing it to contest those who mistake “unarmed” for “permission”.
To Signal Cartel: Thank you for the map. I’m keeping the stars; I’m just adding teeth.
- Leon
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Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Feb 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -
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