Formerly the leader, trainer/drill master of Marvin's personal and ship guard/garrison, he is the newest of Marvin's 'indentured servants' as he calls them, at least to the public. Jeffery Lordeux Peters was born in the later 760's, on Planet Los Angeles, in the California System. Born to a rather brash, abusive father, and a battered, shaken mother, he was a quiet, shy, and reserved child, slight in stature and in size.
His father, Edward, came from a long line of lower class Synth Paste 'farmers' as Synth Foods, Inc, calls them... He spent the better part of his life in front of a conveyor belt of empty jars, and it was his big job, to fill them... He mercilessly beat his wife, and occasionally, even his children.
Geraldine, his mother, was a pharmaceutical test subject. She was purposely infected with diseases of many kinds, and those at Cryer would make all sorts of potions and drugs to try to cure her. The 'job' could have been called legal torture, but it put food on the table for her precious sons, and it got her away from her maurading, abusive, demeaning husband. She was planning on divorcing Edward when Jefferey turned 18, according to public records on file in the court in L.A., Planet L.A. One day when Jefferey was only 10, she never came home from the Cryer Labs compound. She may have indeed died from an injected disease, or could have possibly ran away, although the likelyhood of the latter is unlikely as she would never leave Jefferey and her other son, Dervan, alone with their brute father.
Jefferey wanted no part of the Synth industry that his father... did nothing with. He was teased in primary and much of secondary school for his sullen attitude and slight physique. He wanted to prove all of those bullies wrong, that he could be tough...
At age 18, he applied for West Point Millitary Academy, and was accepted, on his 3.66 GPA, he felt entitled to it... He decided he wanted to become a drill seargent. Yelling at people 'below' him, at least in rank, would perhaps bring some of his confidence back, and his classmates back at home would be shocked to hear of Drill Seargent Peters... and that he did...
Graduating around 784 A.S. with flying colors, he was assigned to train recruits in one of the many Planetary Guard camps around L.A., Planet L.A.
After nearly fifteen years of serivce, in 799 A.S., he was discharged dishonorably for 'innappropriate conduct' with a subordinate soldier, caught with his hands in the cookie jar, as the report put it.
According to exit polls from soldiers going into active duty, and performance reports from his superiors, he was known as a quick, effective, strict seargent.
Jefferey decided for a new start after leaving that year, wanting a change from the ordered, forced routines and conformist ways of the Liberty Millitary, and with the rumors of a multi-house war in the future, he wanted to get as far away from the center of Sirius as possible. Journeying eastward toward Rhienland, he saw the full force of the buildup of Rhienland during the Nomad war, further pushing him away from civilization and the increasingly millitarized ways of the houses. Escaping most of the war-torn areas of Sirius, he ended up in Sigma-17, hearing of a Zoner Freeport 7 where he could make a new living for himself, possibly as a mercenary, bodyguard... something, anything to do.
All he found was sad, ruins, rubble. The presence of Atka Research Station, a Cryer Pharmacuetical laboratory not restricted by house laws, turned him off to the system even further, not wanting to be anywhere near the company that likely killed his mother.
Journeying into Omicron Theta, he discovered Freeport 9 among the strange, green clouds filled with living creatures and sticking to his Defenders' solarwindshield.
He felt he could make this cold system home. Untill he found work... He disposed of his Libertonian ship, with the smells of home and symbols of what he considered evil...
Becoming a mercenary of sorts, Jefferey worked for the Bounty Hunters Guild on and off, contract-killing many Corsairs and pirates of the like that lurked in the mysterious clouds of the Omicron system cluster. New systems around Theta were discovered every day, and Jefferey found the prospect appealing, rumors of the origin of the Nomad War coming from these parts swliring around like a sandstorm on Planet Mojave.
In early 802 A.S., during a hunt for a famed Corsair in Omicron Gamma's Maldava field, he was ambushed by at least 10 Titans, and in his Hawk, he stood no chance.
He ran, deeper and deeper into the cloud, Corsairs close behind. Wrecks of similar Corsair ships blurred past the fighter, and Jefferey departed into an unknown jump hole, willing to escape at any cost.
After existing the jump tunnel, and emerging into a huge system with a tunnel-like starsphere, and strange asteroids resembling naval mines, he flew further. He'd heard of a new outpost being constructed by the Zoners in a recently discovered system, quite close to the Nomad home systems. Could this be it?
Unforuntately, no, as it seemed his scanners detected nothing. He drifted for several days, what seemed like months or even years to him, in the cold, strange darkness of this place.
Scanners picked up faint telltale signals of another jumphole, but gravimetric readings labeled it 'Unstable'
Jefferey was sick of waiting, and if he turned back what would await him? More Corsair hordes? Unacceptable. He took the chance and flew into the hole. The jump tunnel ripped and tore through the space-time continuum, Jefferey feared he was caught in an endless loop...
Then, a bright flash of light...
and a new system beckoned, with a smilar tunel-like starfield, a huge blue gas giant planet as well as a smaller moon. He journeyed closer in to the small moon, no long after his scanner bleeped... A huge, bulky Zoner Transport whooshed past his view.
He followed it, not sending nor recieving any communications from the transport. The three, bright, huge suns grew closer and an asteroid field came into view. Not long later, the transport slowed to a crawl, and several more huge transports lumbered nearby... as well as several Heavy Lifters.
He found it. A new Freeport construction site! Freeport 11 was 3/4's of the way complete when he arrived in 802, a rather unknown outpost in the great frontier systems during this time. He continued his mercenary line of work, with the Corsairs so nearby, the Zoners had to hire someone to protect their unarmed transports... He made quite the top dollar doing this for almost 9 years, seeing the Freeport gain a bar and a biodome.
In 816 A.S., years afer he 'discovered' the outpost, making a happy living protecting Zoner transports making the journey from Theta to the new outpost in Omicron Delta, the jumphole to Omicron-74 in Kappa appeared. According to the long time locals and builders of the station, a straight, safe shot to Omicron Theta had not been possible since the jump hole to Omicron Theta from Kappa collapsed in the late 400s.
He suddenly found himself out of a job, the Zoners no longer needing his services on such a safe route and with construction of Freeport 11 done for quite some time.
The new Administrator of Freeport 11, Marvin James Orphelia, coming in after a brief but bloody war with the BHG|Core and Corsairs, replacing Elizabeth Tate, rather reminded Jefferey of the home he left so long ago... but not in a nostalgic, good way. It reminded him of the corrupt politicians, millitary leaders who profited from war, a prime example being President Jacobi.
When Marvin put an add out for someone to lead the garrison of his spacious, luxurious Juggernaut Glorious Advance, Jefferey jumped at the chance, while he hated war profiteering, becoming a hypocrite himself of sorts, the pay was high.
Higher than escorting transports.
Much higher than training green recruits for an Evil Empire...
After all, what sort of damage could just one man do?
(See Post #3, The Alpha Battalion and the Camp. See Post #6, the Addiction)
(See Post #7, the Innocence of Evil, mostly, however)
Marvin watches his money with an eagle eye, that of the greediest accountants and lawyers. While he did respect Jefferey Peters because of his age, and his very exemplary work training his shipboard/personal garrison/guard, he could not have theivery in his midst.
He tortured the poor man, not unlike what Jefferey's mother faced, although much, much worse, and unlike her, there was no escape.
Not even death.
After a year of being tortured on and off, locked in a padded cell in the far depths of the 'Skeleton Closet', as the other slaves call it, of the Glorious Advance, Marvin indoctrinated Jefferey into indentured servitude, on the reason that he owed him for stealing his money, at least outwardly to the few who know, or discovered, the 'servants'. But Marvin knows...
Jefferey will never be leaving.
Put back into his old, childlike shyness, from months of torture, he appears to be sliding into the father figure of Marvin's slaves, being the oldest of the group, yet the newest member, it is an odd place to be. Jefferey had no idea who he was replacing, or what to expect... although, based upon the marble-clad halls and jeweled chandelieres, how bad could it be?
Jefferey Peters acts as a footman, of sorts, both for Marvin and some of the higher level bridge staff, although, the first time he was ever used for more than serving drinks and lighting smelly cigars was for Doc Holliday's Zoner Meeting...