-4.25
RedMoose927
Federal Navy Academy[FNA]Angel Cartel
Apr 23, 2026
Oct 18, 2025(0y)
Oct 18, 2026(141d)
Combat
Kills989
Losses237
Efficiency81%
ISK
Destroyed201.87b
Lost26.21b
ISK Eff.89%
Solo
Solo Kills65
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows244
Points1,092
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day4.42
ActivityHigh
Gallente
Gallente
-4.25
RedMoose927
Federal Navy Academy[FNA]Angel Cartel
Last Active
Apr 23, 2026
Birthday
Oct 18, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Oct 18, 2026 (141 days)
Combat
Kills989
Losses237
Efficiency81%
Danger Ratio97%
ISK
Destroyed201.87b
Lost26.21b
ISK Efficiency89%
Balance+175.66b
Solo
Solo Kills65
Solo Ratio7%
Final Blows244
Points1,092
Other
NPC Losses6
NPC Loss Ratio3%
Avg Kills/Day4.42
ActivityHigh
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Bio
FAFO
VERSE I — THE SHANTYMAN
Oh, I shipped aboard a Cynabal one dark and gloomy day,
With a cargo hold of Crash and a bounty left to pay,
The FC called "Align!" through the static and the rust,
"We ride for Curse tonight, boys — in the Angels we trust!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE II
There's a Venture on the d-scan, mining veldspar all alone,
His drones are out, his shield is thin, his corp-mates all have flown,
We dropped out at zero and we scrambled up his drive,
"Hand the ore across, son, if you want to warp alive!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE III
Now CONCORD doesn't reach us where the sec status runs red,
There's no law past the stargate, just the living and the dead,
We fly Dramiels on the roam and Machariels on the brawl,
And if Local starts to spike, boys, we'll fight 'em — hull and all!
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE IV — THE FINAL VERSE
So fill your cap boosters, lads, and overheat your guns,
We'll toast to Domination loot when all the killing's done,
From Utopia to Heaven and the Great Wildlands beyond,
Raise a glass of Quafe to the outlaws — to our bond!
FINAL CHORUS — ALL HANDS, FORTISSIMO
(Overload everything. No ammo left. No regrets.)
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE I — THE SHANTYMAN
Oh, I shipped aboard a Cynabal one dark and gloomy day,
With a cargo hold of Crash and a bounty left to pay,
The FC called "Align!" through the static and the rust,
"We ride for Curse tonight, boys — in the Angels we trust!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE II
There's a Venture on the d-scan, mining veldspar all alone,
His drones are out, his shield is thin, his corp-mates all have flown,
We dropped out at zero and we scrambled up his drive,
"Hand the ore across, son, if you want to warp alive!"
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE III
Now CONCORD doesn't reach us where the sec status runs red,
There's no law past the stargate, just the living and the dead,
We fly Dramiels on the roam and Machariels on the brawl,
And if Local starts to spike, boys, we'll fight 'em — hull and all!
CHORUS — ALL HANDS
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
VERSE IV — THE FINAL VERSE
So fill your cap boosters, lads, and overheat your guns,
We'll toast to Domination loot when all the killing's done,
From Utopia to Heaven and the Great Wildlands beyond,
Raise a glass of Quafe to the outlaws — to our bond!
FINAL CHORUS — ALL HANDS, FORTISSIMO
(Overload everything. No ammo left. No regrets.)
Haul away! Haul away for Curse!
Every gate is a gamble, every jump could be worse!
Lock 'em up, heat the guns, let the warp disruptors bite —
We're the Angel Cartel and we own the bloody night!
Dashboard
Stats
Kills90
Losses41
Efficiency69%
ISK Destroyed25.95b
ISK Lost6.44b
ISK Efficiency80%
Solo Kills3
Solo Losses12
NPC Losses2
Blob Factor9.43
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows25
Points193
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Intel Profile
PlaystyleMid Gang (90 kills)
Solo 3% Small 38% Mid 47% Fleet 11% Blob 1%
Avg Fleet: 9.4 Logi Pilot Bait (14x)
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