Out of the Cortex

by mynameisshonas

Jerrik a stowaway and computer genius becomes part of the crew of the Gambit. On their journeys they face Reavers, Alliance, Mercenaries, Miners, Pissed off Colonists, Criminals, Smugglers, Jerrik's past, and a Big Damn Message. Rated T

"I said NO. Now get the hell outta here Jerrik." The burly man pointed one of his tree trunk arms toward the opposite direction of the ship.

Jerrik stood and thought about trying to plead his case but when this hundan got something in his head it was hard to get him to reconsider. He turned around and walked into the growing crowd. Then something caught his eye. He ducked into an alleyway and peered around the corner. There they were wading through the crowd looking at every person.

"Wangbadan" Jerrik cursed under his breath. He crept farther into the hoping to evade the Alliance patrols more than likely looking for him. Jerrik grabbed his P.A.D. from his backpack and pulled his hood obscuring his face. He found a Telephonix at the other end of the alley and plugged his P.A.D. into it. The screen came to life showing a garbled message of code. He grabbed a small lump of clay from his pocket and smeared it across the camera recording him.

Some people had engines, art, or other people but Jerrik had computers and code. He "told" the computer to tell another computer to alert the authorities thirty blocks away that Jerrik had been found, basically calling off the search for him and getting rid of those patrolmen. That was the plan anyway. Alliance wasn't anything if not tenacious. He walked back down to the other side of alleyway and arrived just in time to see the Alliance go skipping off.

Jerrik walked back into the crowd to see if he could get back on the ship, Gambit. He arrived just in time to see the bay door closing.

"Ta ma de!" Jerrik sprinted across to the side of the ship. He grabbed a random lead pipe lying on the ground and shoved it between the bay door leaving the open and unable to take off. The alarms went off and the engines turned off. He had maybe five seconds to get in and hide somewhere before the crew showed up.

He climbed into the ship while the bay door was still opening. The bay was a bit more open than he had planned and there virtually nothing to hide behind. He ran to the side of the ship and started tapping along the side looking for the smuggling compartment Gary had mentioned. He found it and had climbed in as the captain was walking down to check the door.

His large boots echoed across the bay. He finally reached the crooked pipe and looked at it. He threw it out of the bay door and closed it from there. "Damn kids." The captain said to himself.