Chapter 2

   Captain Wembly stood at the bow of the SFD Wingnut, surveying his domain, as his ragtag crew of misfits loaded barrels and pallets of supplies into the hold, while contemplating the strange and twisted path his life had taken to bring him to this point.
  Wemby had started off life as a cabin boy on his father's vessel.  In his teen years however, the Galactic Empire went to war with itself.  The Rebel Allaince
                                                                                                  (I hope you get  sued.)
                                                                                                  had been fighting for it's independence from an abusive theocratic regime.  Since he was on the wrong planet, at the wrong time, he got drafted into the rebel army. And since things aren't always sunshine and puppies, his side lost.  In order to avoid further persecution, and possibly prison camps, the ex-rebels ran to the edges of the universe to hide.  It was there, on a small colonial planet that Captian Wembly
                                                                                                                              (I see you finally
                                                                                                                               settled on a name.)
                                                                                                                               found the Wingnut wasting away in a junk yard.  It was love at first site.  Using the money that he had 'rescued' from a rebel base during one of the final battles with the Empire, he had bought the Wirefly class vessel and the rest, as they say, was history.
                                                    (That entire passage was straight-up plagerism, you're not even
                                                     trying are you?)
   The Wingnut turned out to be a very reliable vessel and was quite a bit faster the she appeared.  She once made the K
                          (NO!)
                           insey
                                  (That might be even worse.)
                                   run in a little over 2.5 seconds.
                                                                                     (You have no shame do you?)
   "Captian," said a large badger, breaking Wemby's
                                                                                  (I do not approve.)
                                                                                  momentary nostalgia, "supplies are loaded.  We are ready to depart as soon as you say the word."
   "Excellent, Bogart," exclaimed the captain the the rather haggard looking badger, " set the coordinates for The First Star on the Left and Straight on Til Morning.  I will be in my state room, alert me the moment we arrive."
   "Aye aye, sir," responded Bogart.
   Wembly walked across the bridge , as he closed the door to his suite he heard Bogart yell "engage!"  The Wingnut gently lifted of the ground and lifted towards the heavens.