WULFEN FLEET [V0ID5]
Abyssal Booty Hunters [ABTY]Last Active2d ago
BirthdayOct 21, 2011 (14 years old)
Next BirthdayOct 21, 2026 (8 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses26
Efficiency7%
Danger Ratio96%
ISK
Destroyed12.19m
Lost1.67b
ISK Efficiency1%
Balance-1659368965
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows2
Combat Points2
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
I used to think I was missing out.
That I should be out there chasing fights instead of chasing production efficiency. That I should be hunting enemies instead of hunting better margins. That somehow the "real" pilots were the ones firing the weapons instead of the ones building them.
But somewhere between the endless warp tunnels, the quiet asteroid fields, and the thousands of jumps across New Eden, I realized something.
I actually like it out here.
The silence.
The distance.
The freedom.
No fleet commander yelling in my ear. No waiting for orders. No station politics. No crowds.
Just me, my ship, and an endless sea of stars stretching farther than I could ever travel.
Most people see an empty system and think there's nothing there.
I see peace.
A place where nobody needs anything from me for a little while.
A place where the only schedule is the next jump gate.
The funny thing is, industrial work taught me something combat never could.
The universe isn't built by heroes.
It's built by the people willing to do the boring jobs every day.
The miners.
The salvagers.
The haulers.
The manufacturers.
The pilots nobody notices until they stop showing up.
So yes, I'll keep doing the grunt work.
I'll keep hauling cargo nobody wants to move.
I'll keep building things other people take for granted.
And when the work is done, I'll point my ship toward the next horizon and disappear into another quiet system.
Because after all these years, I've learned I don't need the spotlight.
Give me an open route, a full cargo hold, and a sky full of stars.
The rest can have the glory.
I'll take the freedom.
That I should be out there chasing fights instead of chasing production efficiency. That I should be hunting enemies instead of hunting better margins. That somehow the "real" pilots were the ones firing the weapons instead of the ones building them.
But somewhere between the endless warp tunnels, the quiet asteroid fields, and the thousands of jumps across New Eden, I realized something.
I actually like it out here.
The silence.
The distance.
The freedom.
No fleet commander yelling in my ear. No waiting for orders. No station politics. No crowds.
Just me, my ship, and an endless sea of stars stretching farther than I could ever travel.
Most people see an empty system and think there's nothing there.
I see peace.
A place where nobody needs anything from me for a little while.
A place where the only schedule is the next jump gate.
The funny thing is, industrial work taught me something combat never could.
The universe isn't built by heroes.
It's built by the people willing to do the boring jobs every day.
The miners.
The salvagers.
The haulers.
The manufacturers.
The pilots nobody notices until they stop showing up.
So yes, I'll keep doing the grunt work.
I'll keep hauling cargo nobody wants to move.
I'll keep building things other people take for granted.
And when the work is done, I'll point my ship toward the next horizon and disappear into another quiet system.
Because after all these years, I've learned I don't need the spotlight.
Give me an open route, a full cargo hold, and a sky full of stars.
The rest can have the glory.
I'll take the freedom.
Dashboard
Stats
Kills0
Losses12
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost483.18m
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses7
NPC Losses1
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
Points0
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