The Human thirst for the unknown has resulted in an intergalactic war between the Terran Confederation and the ever so slightly scary, giant, tuscan-coloured rubber cats - the Kilrathi. Caught unawares, the Confederation fleet is ambushed in a random Kilrathi attack.

Earth's remaining pilots (about ten) courageously opt to tackle the vast Kilrathi fleet in what can only be described as a Pearl Harbour-esque suicide mission (with really un-cool outfits).

Instead of taking to the sky they take to space with all the banter ridden arrogance of fighter pilots similar to the likes of Top Gun and Pearl Harbour, with classic lines such as, "You've got balls" to which the reply is, "You should see 'em."

In order to save Earth, the NAVCOM unit with the hyperspace jump coordinates to Earth must be recovered from the Kilrathi's clutches. The fate of the world lies in the half-human, half-pilgrim pilot, 1st Lt. Christopher Blair (Freddie Prince Jr.), who has inherited special interstellar navigational abilities from his Pilgrim mother.

By fending of discriminatory remarks (due to his Pilgrim blood) with a constantly confused stare, and out of this world flying technique, he eventually wins over... everything, with all the emotion of a wet flannel.

Asteroids, alien attacks and death defying stunts are the elements of this basic and unconvincing sci-fi adventure, although its best not to take it too seriously.

As science-fiction goes, Wing Commander is decidedly un-cool, yet ironically, probably the most realistic depiction of future space travel... with a little rust around the edges.