Captain Peter Avignon

Mx. Peter J. Avignon, 34, Neo-Human from Bartholdi's Reach, Jred Frontier

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Their homeworld, Bartholdi's Reach, fought a losing battle with Jred during the Long Night. It finally became untenable to live there when as small child, and his people had to flee towards civilized space. Peter arrived on Byzantion when they were 10-13ish. With his family's status as refugees, Peter came of age in the cosmospolitan system, and drifted away from their religious upbringing.

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Raised as in the Reformed Church (Nova-Calvinist), Peter still believes in much of the ethics and morals of his Christian faith, but does not believe in Capital-G "God", much to their family's chagrin.

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Senior Courier (Rank 3) in the Galactic Surveyor's Guild.

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Raised as in the Reformed Church (Neo-Calvinist), Peter still believes in much of the ethics and morals of his Christian faith, but does not believe in Capital-G "God", much to his hometown's chagrin.

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11 OCtober, 4501

Merc Doods 3: The Merckening

by Captain Peter Avignon

October 11, 4501
Planet: Scientia
System: Scientia

They hit us just after local dawn. From my vantage point atop the facility’s admin block, I had a panoramic view of the chaos. Ion—dubbed “Ion-Ion” by a relentlessly cheeky Lucid—was on the laser turret. Below, Vex and Isac were dug into a drainage ditch, gauss rifles steady. Beñat, Dix, Urdush, and Alana formed the outer perimeter, scattered behind cargo containers and low walls. Castor, ever the light sleeper, had joined us unbidden. I wonder what the Fracan Naval Academy graduate thinks of his new callsign.

We had three layers of cover before the facility itself would be exposed. I’d borrowed Arkip’s old ion rifle and taken position 500 feet back—far enough for a sight picture, close enough to feel the concussions.

It started with a shriek of overstressed armor. Beñat’s first shot against a plasma cannon-wielding heavy barely seemed to register. The attacker was hopped on something fierce—combat stims, by the look of it. Dix and Urdush took Gatling laser fire in return; Jin’s follow-up punch finally cracked the gunner’s armor.

Then it became a brawl.

Isac dropped one of the lighter-armored pirates sprinting for their vehicles. Ihero—ex-pirate boarder himself—yelled, “Time to drop these varmints!” and leveled his shotgun. Missed. Castor tried to use his psionics to short the plasma cannon’s power cell—no luck. The thing was sealed like a vault. Dix took a hit and started bleeding. Alana dove for cover. Vex, a seven-tour veteran from the Bolivar meat-grinder, coolly dropped another attacker. But then a plasma blast from a vehicle-mounted cannon caught him square. He went down hard—without immediate aid, he’d be gone.

I lined up the ion rifle on the Gatling gunner. He dodged. Ion-Ion’s laser turret shot went wide, slagging a storage shed instead of the target vehicle. Then Beñat did what Beñat does. He put a gauss round straight into the plasma cannon’s reactor. The resulting explosion tore the heavy apart—but not before the bastard lobbed the unstable core our way. The building facade took the hit, but the shockwave rattled teeth. That’s when the hammer-bro closed in—a mountain in battle dress, swinging a maul the size of a small tree. He smacked Beñat hard. Alana’s shot ricocheted off his armor. The Gatling gunner hosed Dix’s position, and Jin returned fire, finally punching through.

Isac kept missing. Urdush stayed deep in cover, bleeding and ineffective. Then Ion-Ion found his mark. The laser turret blew one vehicle—then another—sky-high. Three pirates vanished in the fireball. I missed my shot at the hammer-bro. Mei finally emerged, hefting her “portable war-crimes launcher.” One shot turned the Gatling gunner into pink mist. The remaining raiders broke and ran. Castor mag-dumped into the hammer-bro, who stood his ground, stimmed to the gills. Beñat patched Vex back from the brink. We’re calling it a win, but it was a bloody one.

We lost Ihero in the fight. Good kid. Former pirate trying to go straight. Vex is stable, but in critical condition—Beñat’s field medicine kept him breathing.

They weren’t just pirates. Jin combed through the battlefield debris and sliced into a damaged comms unit. The intel was clear: two groups, one plan. The “Space Kings” mercenary band provided the numbers and light infantry, while the “Red Queen”—an elite pirate unit—supplied the heavies and the tactical direction. Their objective wasn’t just harassment; they wanted to capture or destroy the ships being built here. This was a deliberate, coordinated assault.

Astrid is also down, recovering from her wounds. The facility took a beating—production is set back by 12 hours. We have 36 hours until the client’s ship is complete.

Beñat, ever the rock, has patched himself up completely and got Dix and Urdush back on their feet. He also made it abundantly clear—in that special, grumpy Beñat way—that not having a proper medbay on-site is a liability we can no longer afford.

I spent the evening scrolling through weapons catalogs. A laser sniper rifle is now at the top of my list. Next time someone in battle dress wants to play hammer time, I want to be able to reach out from a kilometre away and politely decline the invitation.

We salvaged the heavies’ battle dress. It’s scrap, really—costs as much to repair as to replace—but we loaded it anyway. Old habits die hard. The ground assault may be over for now, but the spaceborn operation remains untouched. They’ll be back. And next time, they might not be so kind as to land first.

We’re taking the Harrier up to recon the system. If the Red Queen wants to play, we’ll meet them in the dark.

— *Captain Peter Avignon*
*SS Good Times II*
*“Victory is just survival with extra steps.”*

[Addendum: Note to Lucid—next time you name someone “Ion-Ion,” make sure they can’t overhear you. The glare could melt hull plating.]

Peter's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

Bringing the Fight to Them
28 Nov 2025 05:55:28

Personal Log - New Year, New Shipping Codes
2nd of January, 4500

Lots of Dead Bodies
2nd of January, 4500

Personal Log
9th of January, 4500

Personal Log: Ship Upgrades on Mehen
10th of January, 4500

Personal Log: The Kumarbi Conspiracy
17th of January, 4500

Heading into the Unknown
28th January 4500

The Expedition Begins
18th of February, 4500

Faxi
4500 2 20

Eldanea System + Pariahan Fronts
4th of March, 4500

Against the Solanian Survey Corp
18th of March, 4500

Obligatory Water Level
20th of March, 4500 CE

Aidan Thorpe Arrested
8th of April, 4500

Leunus Prime
15th of April, 4500 CE

Impounded on Catta Primae
25th of April, 4500 CE

Captain's Log: Communications officer detained
7th of June, 4500 CE

next steps
14 June 4500

the Mistake (the Planet)
21st of June, 4500

Licking our wounds in Wild Space
18 September, 4500

Wow, Civilised Space!
5 October 4500

Opus Dei strikes Guild science facility
19th of November, 4500

Hey Geneviève (sup, Hüsnü)
4500 11 26

Extra-judicial shipping in the Union of Sol
7 December, 4500

Derelict space Station - Shiva Rao
11th December, 4500

Welcome to the Aseni Republic of Vega
16th of December, 4500

Returning with the spoils of salvage
11th of January 4501

Fancy Auction
4501 1 12

Peter joins the Military-Industrial Complex
4501 2 16

Operation Murder Galvao [TOP SECRET]
9th of April, 4501

I'm at Soup
4501 4 10

Taking down Galvao
18th of April, 4501

Xin Heinan Occupied
May 6th, 4501

THIS MAIL RUN WENT FULL CHAOS MODE! (GONE WRONG? GONE SEXUAL? GONE CLASSIFIED?!) [NOT CLICKBAIT] [100% LEGIT]
14 May 4501

Save us, Aidan
16th of May, 4501

Making the Trek to the Jred Frontier, pt 1
19th of May, 4501

Guerilla Journalism
20th of May, 4501 CE

Water Crisis on Actium
12 June 4501

Just your typical vaporator delivery
13 June 4501

VapeTech® Infiltration: Operation "Clawed Opportunity"
15 June, 4501 CE

Veii vs VapeTech®
16 June, 4501 CE

Killer Robot v. Big Bomb
4501 6 30

Onwards, to Jred Space!
26 August, 4501 CE

Arrival on Midgard
2nd of September, 4501 CE

Jackpot! Lots of ships!
3 September, 4501

Upgrades, people. Upgrades.
24th of September, 4501

Merc Doods
10th October, 4501

Merc Doods 2
11 October 4501

Merc Doods 3: The Merckening
11 OCtober, 4501

The major events and journals in Peter's history, from the beginning to today.