what they tell:

"Target Profile:
Minmatar Brutor muscle with a wrench in one hand and a blueprint in the other.
She’s the grease and gears of their operation, churning out whatever
the rank-and-file need to keep fighting.
Linked to the CEO by some sentimental family tie — adopted kin or some such nonsense — which
might be a weak spot if we can exploit it.
Tough as nails and practical to a fault, she’s no genius, just persistent.
Disrupt her supply lines, and she’ll be scrambling in the dirt where she belongs."

"A savage Minmatar beast, grubbing in the dirt of her tribal filth.
She hammers and toils like a mindless ox, defiling creation with her
crude machines — her hands are an affront to the purity of faith.
Tied to that Caldari witch by some unholy pact,
she’s a tool of rebellion against the righteous.
Her strength is fleeting; the faithful will shatter her works
and cast her back to the dust she worships."

"Brutor grunt with a wrench—real inspiring.
She’s churning out gear for their little crew, but let’s be real:
she’s a small-time operator with no vision.
Family ties to the CEO? That’s nepotism, not strategy.
Her production’s a bottleneck waiting to choke;
I’d undercut her suppliers and watch her scramble.
She’s muscle, not brains — useful until the market shifts,
then she’s obsolete."

"This Brutor’s a force — keeps the gears turning and the guns loaded, no matter how bad it gets.
She’s got R&D spitting out fixes faster than I can break ‘em, and she’s family to the CEO somehow,
which is… weird, but okay.
She’s all grit and sweat, the kind of backbone we need.
I just don’t get how she doesn’t throttle the other two — too practical for their fancy plans.
Yet here we are, still armed and kicking."