Last ActiveApr 17, 2020
BirthdayJun 21, 2016 (10 years old)
Next BirthdayJun 21, 2027 (229 days)
Combat
Kills3
Losses0
Efficiency100%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed48.96m
Lost0
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+48.96m
Solo
Solo Kills3
Solo Ratio100%
Final Blows3
Combat Points3
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
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Bio
Alone between planets, a lone Probe floats in the darkness of New Eden. Rae's clone feels the ships sensors returning hits ... a Sansha wreck. Action nearby. Well, one man's trash is another man's treasure, right? Especially now that she became a capsuleer. No more grimy cockpits, empty junk food boxes, soda bottles - and no more fear. Same junkie job, but, oh so much better. The sub-space radio bleeps, and she answers, annoyed.
"What is it, Amurt? I'm on the chase, scans are hot."
A bored male voice answers. "I know, I know, always busy, saving the business while I sit here planetside." A sigh. "Look. Thought you'd like to know, some guy named Vince Cortes just put a bounty on you. CONCORD sent us a nice mail and everything."
"Huh. I haven't even stolen from him yet. Did he say why?"
"Public listing says he's the 100K MAN."
"Is it me, or does New Eden get nuttier every day?"
A snort. "Shop's low on Conductive Polymer Rae"
"Not for long..."
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Saturday, August 10th, YC 121, 4:01 AM
"Rae ... you out there?"
The radio breaks her concentration, and she answers annoyed. "Yes Amurt. I'm out here. You know ... working?"
A heavy sigh. "Sure. Listen, thought you'd like to know, you got more fanmail from CONCORD. Killarrhea this time, but for five million".
"Well, that makes more sense. I mean, I DID steal from him." A self satisfied chuckle. "Loot I took was worth more than that though, so ... did I ever tell you how much I like my wanted poster?"
"Yes. More than once, actually. Just don't get blown up, okay? Alloyed Tritanium Bar is in demand."
"On it Amurt, don't worry, I got all the damage repaired." A pause. "Well, most of it."
"What is it, Amurt? I'm on the chase, scans are hot."
A bored male voice answers. "I know, I know, always busy, saving the business while I sit here planetside." A sigh. "Look. Thought you'd like to know, some guy named Vince Cortes just put a bounty on you. CONCORD sent us a nice mail and everything."
"Huh. I haven't even stolen from him yet. Did he say why?"
"Public listing says he's the 100K MAN."
"Is it me, or does New Eden get nuttier every day?"
A snort. "Shop's low on Conductive Polymer Rae"
"Not for long..."
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Saturday, August 10th, YC 121, 4:01 AM
"Rae ... you out there?"
The radio breaks her concentration, and she answers annoyed. "Yes Amurt. I'm out here. You know ... working?"
A heavy sigh. "Sure. Listen, thought you'd like to know, you got more fanmail from CONCORD. Killarrhea this time, but for five million".
"Well, that makes more sense. I mean, I DID steal from him." A self satisfied chuckle. "Loot I took was worth more than that though, so ... did I ever tell you how much I like my wanted poster?"
"Yes. More than once, actually. Just don't get blown up, okay? Alloyed Tritanium Bar is in demand."
"On it Amurt, don't worry, I got all the damage repaired." A pause. "Well, most of it."
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