Last ActiveMay 25, 2017
BirthdayMar 15, 2012 (14 years old)
Next BirthdayMar 15, 2027 (127 days)
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Kills0
Losses5
Efficiency0%
Danger Ratio80%
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Destroyed0
Lost367.20m
ISK Efficiency0%
Balance-367196338
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Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points0
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NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio20%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
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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.
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