I am a logistics pilot.
While others chase killmails, I keep fleets alive.

Before Pandemic Horde, I tried nullsec life twice—and walked away both times, convinced it wasn’t for me. On January 26th, 2020, I took one last gamble. I asked a friend of a friend about Horde. It wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t feel momentous. But that single choice became the beginning of the most epic chapter of my EVE career.

Horde taught me how to fly under pressure—watching broadcasts, managing capacitor, holding reps as grids collapsed around us.

I flew logistics through the great coalition wars of the age, including the PAPI vs Imperium conflict. I was there for the TiDi, the Keepstar sieges, and the moments where everything went wrong. In M2-XFE, during the second round of fighting, I was one of the only logistics pilots to make it out alive—burning free from a shattered grid while the rest of the fleet was lost. Sometimes, survival is the only victory logistics gets.

I was there in KQK1-2—when 0Musky danced with the bees, when chaos turned into legend, and Horde fleets wrote another line into nullsec history.

Though Pandemic Horde has since closed, my allegiance has not. First and foremost, I am—and always will be—a Hordeling. Alliances end. What Horde built in us does not. And I hope none of us who were there ever forget it.