2.57
Minos Daedalus
May 25, 2017
Mar 15, 2012(14y)
Mar 15, 2027(215d)
Combat
Kills2
Losses19
Efficiency10%
ISK
Destroyed852.71m
Lost440.12m
ISK Eff.66%
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points2
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio11%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
2.57
Minos Daedalus
Last Active
May 25, 2017
Birthday
Mar 15, 2012 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Mar 15, 2027 (215 days)
Combat
Kills2
Losses19
Efficiency10%
Danger Ratio89%
ISK
Destroyed852.71m
Lost440.12m
ISK Efficiency66%
Balance+412.60m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Points2
Other
NPC Losses2
NPC Loss Ratio11%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
The Phantom Strategist
No one has ever seen Minos Daedalus, yet every fleet commander in New Eden knows his name. A whisper in the dark, a shadow at the edge of sensor range—by the time you realize he is there, it's already too late.
His fleets move like wraiths, emerging from the void with impossible precision, striking with ruthless efficiency, and vanishing into the black before a distress signal can even be sent. Some call him a myth, a specter conjured to explain battles lost to an enemy they never saw coming. Others know better. The wreckage left behind is proof enough.
Where he learned his craft, no one knows. Some say he was trained in forgotten wormhole enclaves, others claim he was a military defector who erased his past. What is certain is that Minos Daedalus commands from the shadows, his strategies as elusive as his identity. He is not a warrior who seeks glory, nor a tyrant who craves control. He is simply a force of nature, a ghost in the space dust, a name spoken only in hushed warnings.
If you see his fleet, you were never meant to. And if you were never meant to—you won’t be telling the story.
No one has ever seen Minos Daedalus, yet every fleet commander in New Eden knows his name. A whisper in the dark, a shadow at the edge of sensor range—by the time you realize he is there, it's already too late.
His fleets move like wraiths, emerging from the void with impossible precision, striking with ruthless efficiency, and vanishing into the black before a distress signal can even be sent. Some call him a myth, a specter conjured to explain battles lost to an enemy they never saw coming. Others know better. The wreckage left behind is proof enough.
Where he learned his craft, no one knows. Some say he was trained in forgotten wormhole enclaves, others claim he was a military defector who erased his past. What is certain is that Minos Daedalus commands from the shadows, his strategies as elusive as his identity. He is not a warrior who seeks glory, nor a tyrant who craves control. He is simply a force of nature, a ghost in the space dust, a name spoken only in hushed warnings.
If you see his fleet, you were never meant to. And if you were never meant to—you won’t be telling the story.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen May 2017
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -