Biscuits Industrial

Eve Online, Spreadsheets in space

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Default values of the ship.

Ship Capacitor: 16,250 MW

Ship Mass: 2,100,000,000

Ship Volume: 145,500,000

Group ID: 30

Race BROKEN on faction: Gallante Federation

Erebus ID: 671

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Minerals Citadel Engineering Refining
Capital Propulsion Engine 100 99 98
Capital Turret Hardpoint 400 396 392
Capital Sensor Cluster 200 198 196
Capital Armor Plates 300 297 294
Capital Capacitor Battery 400 396 392
Capital Power Generator 300 297 294
Capital Shield Emitter 150 149 147
Capital Jump Drive 400 396 392
Capital Computer System 100 99 98
Capital Construction Parts 200 198 196
Capital Jump Bridge Array 556 551 545
Capital Clone Vat Bay 556 551 545
Capital Doomsday Weapon Mount 556 551 545
Capital Ship Maintenance Bay 556 551 545
Capital Corporate Hangar Bay 556 551 545
S-R Trigger Neurolink Conduit 500 495 490
Magnetometric-FTL Interlink Communicator 500 495 490
Auto-Integrity Preservation Seal 5,000 4,950 4,900
Life Support Backup Unit 2,500 2,475 2,450
Capital Core Temperature Regulator 40 40 40
Enhanced Neurolink Protection Cell 1 1 1
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Ship Description and Data:

From the formless void's gaping maw, there springs an entity. Not an entity such as any you can conceive of, nor I; an entity more primordial than the elements themselves, yet constantly coming into existence even as it is destroyed. It is the Child of Chaos, the Pathway to the Next. The darkness shall swallow the land, and in its wake there will follow a storm, as the appetite of nothing expands over the world. From the formless void's gaping maw, there springs an entity. -Dr. Damella Macaper, The Seven Events of the Apocalypse