Wibble airlines

"GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!" came the raised voice of Alota.
"But...but!!!" Steev blurted, trying to explain.
"Listen Macenzyyyyyyyy" she said "I want the Wibbles off the ship sure, but I will NOT kill them!!!"
On that sentence, Allie, Ashley and all the women in the drive room turned to face Steev, all giving him the look.
"I'd run, If I were you!" said Jay, mockingly who was just entering the drive room to meet Alota for lunch.
"GOOD CALL!" he said and darted out of the room.
"Can you believe that?!" Alota asked her husband "He wanted to kill them by force-feeding them alcohol.
"What a waste..." Jay muttered until he realised he as getting the look too.
"You know" he said "The other pilots and me could probably get a few hundred of them in a shuttle, it might take a few trips but we could get rid of them"
"Good idea, oh and, here" she said, handing him Dean's pilot's wings "Give this to Thomas."
 
An hour later, after eating Jay went to Deans quarters, when Dean, opened the door, he'd just got up, unshaven, and probably hungover he managed to groan ".urrghttth,,,"
Being unemployed does that to you.
Jay reached forward witht he wings and jabbed them hard into Deans chest, gouging the pin deep into his flesh, with only a thin cotton t-shirt between the pin and his skin, that hurt.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU SADISTIC SON OF A BITCH!!!"
"Needed a laugh..." Jay shrugged "Listen, youve been reinstated, now we gotta job to do."
The shuttlebay was the busiest it had been in along time, scutters were rounding up the Wibbles, doing so by swingin lasso's and wearing cowboy hats.  
 
The first shuttleloads were ready, Jay, Dean, and Lomaz took of in their respective Starbugs, Kayn, Amber and Ray took off shortly after.
There were still thousands of Wibbles running around the ship, getting under the feet of the repair crews who were trying to repair the damage Dean caused by ploughing into the drive room.
 
Jay was having a hard time. Not only could he not see dude to his viewscreen being obscured by dozens upon dozens of wibbles climbing over his dash, they were falling out of hatches, running around the midsection and generally being nuisances.  
"oh man why did I volunteer for this?" he muttered to himself.
His Red Alert light came on...."What the hell..?" he asked noone in particular.
"WARNING" came a recording of Hollys voice "Navi-comp offline, attittude control offline, all navigation, off line"
"Great..." muttered Jay, and looking down saw the culprit.
A Wibble was gleefully munching through the cables that connected the helm control to the rest of the ship.
"DAMN YOU YOU EVIL EVIL LITTLE CRITTER!!!!" he yelled the Wibble just looked at him and happliy gurgled.
"Warning" came hollys recording again "Impact in 10..9.."
"WHAT?" smeg...Jay was gonan hit the ground, hard.
he reached frantically for the comm.
"Chrysler to Blue Dwarf, Mayday, I'm crashlanding here! repeat May.."
 
Then everything went black.
 
On the Dwarf The radio suddenly cut out, static replacing what had been Jays voice.
"Jay?...JAY?!!" shouted Alota into the mike. "Jay respond!!"
There was no reply.
Stuff the Wibbles for now, they could stay.
 
 
<launch a search arty but all means, but DONT find him!>