2 Members
Wreckyard 9 [WY9]
Combat Metrics
Kills
40
Losses
18
Efficiency
69.0%
Danger Ratio
69.0%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
9.10B ISK
ISK Lost
1.80B ISK
ISK Efficiency
83.5%
ISK Balance
7.31B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
11
Solo Losses
6
Solo Kill Ratio
27.5%
Solo Efficiency
64.7%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
2
NPC Loss Ratio
11.1
Avg. Kills/Day
3.3
Activity
Low
Character Biography
Fuel in the bay, boosters in the vein, volleys on the way - bring them pain!
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In the yard of wrecks we stand,
pirates ruling starry sands.
From shattered moons to night so cold,
we claim the dark with hearts so bold.
Silent hunters, shadows cast,
we feast on ruins and make them last.
Echoes of battle, whispers of pain,
in endless abyss we stake our claim.
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In the yard of wrecks we rise,
burning under shattered skies.
Engines whisper, hulls decay —
we make the stars our hunting bay.
Ghosts of war drift through the black,
we trace their trails, we don’t look back.
From twisted steel to broken flame,
each ruin sings our silent name.
Through nebulae and fields of scars,
we sail between forgotten stars.
The rich may build, the brave may die,
but wrecks are ours — they never lie.
Our hearts beat loud in vacuum’s dome,
no station stands, but this is home.
With molten gold and rusted pride,
we claim what others cast aside.
Wreckyard stands where empires fall,
we take their bones — we take it all.
Through endless night our banners gleam,
the void itself shall feed our dream.
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In the yard of wrecks we stand,
pirates ruling starry sands.
From shattered moons to night so cold,
we claim the dark with hearts so bold.
Silent hunters, shadows cast,
we feast on ruins and make them last.
Echoes of battle, whispers of pain,
in endless abyss we stake our claim.
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In the yard of wrecks we rise,
burning under shattered skies.
Engines whisper, hulls decay —
we make the stars our hunting bay.
Ghosts of war drift through the black,
we trace their trails, we don’t look back.
From twisted steel to broken flame,
each ruin sings our silent name.
Through nebulae and fields of scars,
we sail between forgotten stars.
The rich may build, the brave may die,
but wrecks are ours — they never lie.
Our hearts beat loud in vacuum’s dome,
no station stands, but this is home.
With molten gold and rusted pride,
we claim what others cast aside.
Wreckyard stands where empires fall,
we take their bones — we take it all.
Through endless night our banners gleam,
the void itself shall feed our dream.