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Kai Surya
15d ago
Sep 14, 2026(0y)
Sep 14, 2027(346d)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost610.3k
ISK Eff.0%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses3
NPC Loss Ratio100%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
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Kai Surya
Last Active
15d ago
Birthday
Sep 14, 2026 (0 years old)
Next Birthday
Sep 14, 2027 (346 days)
Combat
Kills0
Losses3
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio0%
ISK
Destroyed0
Lost610.3k
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-610311
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
Other
NPC Losses3
NPC Loss Ratio100%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Who am I?
Born among the Sebiestor of Matar,
I was raised in a culture where survival, ingenuity, and loyalty to the tribe were valued above all else. From an early age, I was fascinated by machines, electronics, and the technology that kept our people alive.
My talents eventually earned me a place at the Pator Tech School, where I studied engineering, mechanics, and advanced technology. There I learned to understand machines not merely as tools, but as extensions of the people who built and depended upon them.
The Capsuleer Program:
I entered a specialized capsuleer preparation program operated within the Republic's broader military and technological institutions. The program was designed to prepare promising Sebiestor candidates for the brutal transition from conventional pilot to Capsuleer.
My training focused on neural interfaces, starship systems, engineering, tactical theory, and the psychological demands of cloning and capsule technology. Much of the training was conducted under strict supervision, with little concern for comfort. A Capsuleer was not being created simply to fly ships—they were being prepared to become a weapon, an explorer, and a potential asset to the Republic.
The final stage was the most dangerous: implantation and neural integration with a capsule.
I survived.
The Republic has given me the knowledge to reach the stars. Now I decide for myself what I would do with it.
I do not see the universe as a cold expanse of dead metal and empty space. To me, every hull has a heartbeat, every warp drive hums a prayer, and every circuit carries a living current.Where others see mere engineering, I practice the old ways. I tune shields not just with wrenches, but with respect for the kinetic spirits that guard us. I do not just command a ship; I enter a pact with its machine-spirit, bound by the ink on my skin and the grease on my hands. Faction ships don't matter when you respects them.
Born among the Sebiestor of Matar,
I was raised in a culture where survival, ingenuity, and loyalty to the tribe were valued above all else. From an early age, I was fascinated by machines, electronics, and the technology that kept our people alive.
My talents eventually earned me a place at the Pator Tech School, where I studied engineering, mechanics, and advanced technology. There I learned to understand machines not merely as tools, but as extensions of the people who built and depended upon them.
The Capsuleer Program:
I entered a specialized capsuleer preparation program operated within the Republic's broader military and technological institutions. The program was designed to prepare promising Sebiestor candidates for the brutal transition from conventional pilot to Capsuleer.
My training focused on neural interfaces, starship systems, engineering, tactical theory, and the psychological demands of cloning and capsule technology. Much of the training was conducted under strict supervision, with little concern for comfort. A Capsuleer was not being created simply to fly ships—they were being prepared to become a weapon, an explorer, and a potential asset to the Republic.
The final stage was the most dangerous: implantation and neural integration with a capsule.
I survived.
The Republic has given me the knowledge to reach the stars. Now I decide for myself what I would do with it.
I do not see the universe as a cold expanse of dead metal and empty space. To me, every hull has a heartbeat, every warp drive hums a prayer, and every circuit carries a living current.Where others see mere engineering, I practice the old ways. I tune shields not just with wrenches, but with respect for the kinetic spirits that guard us. I do not just command a ship; I enter a pact with its machine-spirit, bound by the ink on my skin and the grease on my hands. Faction ships don't matter when you respects them.
