Minmatar
Vherokior
2.29
Beewithaitch
Last Active:
4 days ago
Birthday:
Jun 29, 2025 (0 years old)
Next Birthday:
Jun 29, 2026 (236 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
9
Losses
51
Efficiency
15.0%
Danger Ratio
15.0%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
1.22B ISK
ISK Lost
6.60B ISK
ISK Efficiency
15.6%
ISK Balance
-5,373,132,436 ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
2
Solo Losses
30
Solo Kill Ratio
22.2%
Solo Efficiency
6.3%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
13
NPC Loss Ratio
25.5
Avg. Kills/Day
0.1
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Beewithaitch — Hive Queen of Venal
Mobile Swarm Ops Coordinator | Buzz Technician, 1st Class
System: Y-4CFK (Venal)
Y-4CFK doesn’t sleep. The void hums like a dying hive — static, whispers, and wrecks orbiting ghosts. Somewhere in that noise, something moves. Not a fleet. A swarm.
Once, she was a Gallente drone wrangler — tending industrial hives orbiting a nameless moon. She trained Hobgoblins to obey, tuned mining drones to sing, and cataloged each by mood. The Guristas called it “eccentric.” Then they stole her mainframe.
They were searching for Federation schematics.
They found a file titled “Drone Swarm Mood Board.”
They laughed.
She didn’t.
Three days later, she convinced them she could scale Guristas fleets through pollination-based nanite logistics. They gave her a Worm to prove it.
That was their first mistake.
She rebuilt the ship from its bones — neural relays grafted to her pod, larvae bays humming with repurposed code, circuits that breathe in sync with her heartbeat. The hull trembles with stolen CONCORD firmware and Guristas biotech. In warp, it doesn’t roar. It buzzes.
Locals call her Hive Queen of Venal.
The Guristas call her Buzz Dispenser.
CONCORD calls her a containment failure.
Her Worm, The Black Nectar, leaves interference that jams scanners and whispers through comms — rhythmic, insectile. When her boosts ripple through the belts, miners vanish. When her drones deploy, the ore sings before it shatters.
She doesn’t mine anymore.
She harvests.
Cargo logs list: Quafe Buzz (illegal), encrypted nanite paste, and cryo-sealed honey — origin undisclosed.
Aliases include:
Buzz Lightwarp | Queen Stingzalea | NotTheBees.exe | Thiccnectar Industries
They say her swarm spans Venal’s dark.
Invisible. Patient. Hungry.
And if you hear the hum before local spikes—
it’s already too late.
Mobile Swarm Ops Coordinator | Buzz Technician, 1st Class
System: Y-4CFK (Venal)
Y-4CFK doesn’t sleep. The void hums like a dying hive — static, whispers, and wrecks orbiting ghosts. Somewhere in that noise, something moves. Not a fleet. A swarm.
Once, she was a Gallente drone wrangler — tending industrial hives orbiting a nameless moon. She trained Hobgoblins to obey, tuned mining drones to sing, and cataloged each by mood. The Guristas called it “eccentric.” Then they stole her mainframe.
They were searching for Federation schematics.
They found a file titled “Drone Swarm Mood Board.”
They laughed.
She didn’t.
Three days later, she convinced them she could scale Guristas fleets through pollination-based nanite logistics. They gave her a Worm to prove it.
That was their first mistake.
She rebuilt the ship from its bones — neural relays grafted to her pod, larvae bays humming with repurposed code, circuits that breathe in sync with her heartbeat. The hull trembles with stolen CONCORD firmware and Guristas biotech. In warp, it doesn’t roar. It buzzes.
Locals call her Hive Queen of Venal.
The Guristas call her Buzz Dispenser.
CONCORD calls her a containment failure.
Her Worm, The Black Nectar, leaves interference that jams scanners and whispers through comms — rhythmic, insectile. When her boosts ripple through the belts, miners vanish. When her drones deploy, the ore sings before it shatters.
She doesn’t mine anymore.
She harvests.
Cargo logs list: Quafe Buzz (illegal), encrypted nanite paste, and cryo-sealed honey — origin undisclosed.
Aliases include:
Buzz Lightwarp | Queen Stingzalea | NotTheBees.exe | Thiccnectar Industries
They say her swarm spans Venal’s dark.
Invisible. Patient. Hungry.
And if you hear the hum before local spikes—
it’s already too late.