Last ActiveFeb 27, 2013
BirthdayJan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next BirthdayJan 1, 2027 (70 days)
Combat
Kills4
Losses6
Efficiency40%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed791.38m
Lost105.26m
ISK Efficiency88%
Balance+686.13m
Solo
Solo Kills0
Solo Ratio0%
Final Blows0
Combat Points4
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
The Memphis Belle lurched to the side hard after taking a direct hit from an enemy vessel. Lucky shot. The shields held strong but in his pursuit of better deals on the market; Paul opted not to spend the extra ISK on a shield module with a kinetic force dampener. Live and learn, they say.
"Enemy craft roughly 24 km to our starboard, captain."
"Alright, bring up a display and lock him down. Prep missile bays." Paul responded.
A large holoscreen filtered to life in front of Paul and he studied readings of the ship that fired on them. A pirate, of course. Gurista, by the look of it.
"Prepare a batch of Scourges. These fools don't have the kredits to fit proper shields. Give 'em hell when locked." Paul said and sat back.
Missiles streaked across the empty blackness of space, their contrails weaving a beautiful dance before slamming into their target with destructive force. Paul smirked.
"Never gets old."
"Enemy craft roughly 24 km to our starboard, captain."
"Alright, bring up a display and lock him down. Prep missile bays." Paul responded.
A large holoscreen filtered to life in front of Paul and he studied readings of the ship that fired on them. A pirate, of course. Gurista, by the look of it.
"Prepare a batch of Scourges. These fools don't have the kredits to fit proper shields. Give 'em hell when locked." Paul said and sat back.
Missiles streaked across the empty blackness of space, their contrails weaving a beautiful dance before slamming into their target with destructive force. Paul smirked.
"Never gets old."
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