I know, I know. You were expecting me to give you a Gigan Vs. Mothra battle. It will come in due time. But for now, who wants to see a classic Army Vs. Aliens? Okay, some of you do! Here you go! Straight from Washington DC! And now, with no further delay, HERE WE GO!

Quextoyl was piloting his ship to Washington DC. The sun was setting in the far west, with several clouds magnificently illuminating the sky. He had his ship currently on cloaking, but, unfortunately, his ship was not able to block the Sun's refracted rays, which were refracted by small droplets and hail inside the clouds. They struck his ship quite well, and illuminated it like a Christmas tree ornament.

Of course, he didn't know that. Being as he was on the inside of his ship, he wasn't that aware of things that took place outside of it. So as he was flying steadily toward the Washington District of Colombia, Air Force one, with four F-22 raptors protecting it, spotted him.

President Barrack Hussein Obama was taking his family to another 'vacation', this one to his home city of Chicago. Heading west, he didn't notice, but two of the fighter pilots defending his jet did notice the possible threat. "Attention, this is Raptor 3 to Air Force one. There is a likely threat on the side. What are we to do?"

"This is Air Force One." The plane pilot responded. "To Raptor Three. Leave Raptor 2 here, and take Raptors 4 and 1 with you to take it down. That is all."

"Affirmative. Raptor's 4 and 1, follow me." The two left most jets pulled away form the presidential air transportation, along with the rear one on the left side.

Quextoyl instantly noticed the pulling away jets. He realized similarly in mere moments that his ship's cloaking was useless due to the refracted light. "This is Quextoyl! By deceleration of the Untied Nations, you are not allowed to attack my ship! I repeat, you are not allowed to attack my ship!"

"You are in a No-Fly Zone. You have 30 seconds to evacuate this location." One of the fighter pilots responded. Another one positioned himself inf ront of the ship, and titled his wings back and forth, otioning for the enemy ship to leave the area.

"I will fly my Ship where I wish."

"You are in direct violations of United Natio-"

"I don't give a danm. And if I have to blast every single one of you out of the sky, I will!"

"Sir, are you threatening our aircraft?"

"That and more! Leave, or I will shoot you out of the sky!"

"Negative." The three jets took up skyward, then the 3rd one opened a compartment under it's wings, and released a series of Air-to-ground bombs. The Bombs fell, and harmfully exploded on the ship's exterior.

'Ship's top most hull, damaged 15 percent.' The computer responded.

"Danm! Their weapons are more effective then I thought! Raise shields, at 25 percent!"

'Shields raised.' Quextoyl leaned back. "Now, lock on with our stray laser. Take them out of the sky, one at a time."

Outside the ship, the three then took to a triangle formation, and came behind him. "Raptor 3, I have a lock on."

"Affirmative. Fire at will."

"Firing at will. Raptor one, Missile 5." A single missile left the left most jet, and the impact instantly shattered the shield that the trans-dimensional being had formed around his ship.

"Rggh! These humans defy me at every turn! Fire Plasma Cannon!" The ship spun around very rapidly, but as it did, the other three flew underneath his, and as they did, the center and right most one unleashed their machine guns, puncturing several small holes in his ship's lower exterior. The ship spun around again, and released a thick, purple ray that forced the three to split up their formation.

"Enemy aircraft is returning fire. We have clearance to unleash whatever we may."

"Roger. Raptor 1, Missile 6."

"Roger. Raptor 4, Missile 1."

The pair of missiles flew across the sky. Quextoyl instantly re-installed his shields, but only at 75 percent. The rest of the ship's shield were destroyed, and his shield creating mechanism was now fried. "Returning fire. M.O.A.B.'s, launch."

As the trans-dimensional being commanded that, a quadruplet set of missiles were launched. They were Yellow and black striped in nature, and followed the three fighter pilots. They outwitted the pilots at every turn of the road, despite the bends, curves, and loop-de-loops they performed in mid-air. Finally, one of them made their target, and one of the jets were destroyed. What was even crazier, was that as the smoke and flames cleared away, the same missile came flying out, as it hadn't even exploded.

"Sh*T. Contact base. We are in need of backup."

The two remaining pilots flew toward the ship, and twisting betwixt themselves, they cause two of the following MOABS to collide, destroying each other, but the other two continued following them.

"I have a manual lock on the ship."

"Fire at will."

"Raptor 4, Missile 4." He fired his single weapon salvo, and rather then continue to chase the jets, the MOABS un-intentionally went after the missile. They both his the missile simultaneously, eliminating all three aerial weapons in the sky. The two jets then re-returned their attention to the ship, and opened machine-gun fire.

Quextoyl also responded, but defensively. Now he put up a force-field, and as the bullets hit this new defense, the projectiles bounced off and fell toward the ground, none of them making a dent in the force-field.

"Raptor 3, I'm out of ammo."

"Roger. I'll distract. You unleash whatever missiles you have left on his underside."

"Affirmative." As the fourth one flew underneath, he unleashed his remaining payload. "Raptor One, Missile's 2,3,5, and 6." He called, and unleashed his final four missiles. Two of them harmlessly exploded against the force-field, but the explosion popped a very brief hole in the shield, and one of the other missiles slipped through it, hitting the ship's underside, severely damaging the thrusters while the other one took out the Plasma Cannon. The hole fixed itself, but the damage was done.

"Fire Round two of MOABS." And the trans-dimensional attacker then unleashed two more of them, and they flew threw his force-field, and went after the now totally empty jet, smashing through it and heading toward the remaining aircraft.

Only, then all the air combatants that were left were greeted with the sound of multiple engines. To their north east, several scores of F-22's and F-18's came into the picture. They all unleashed a missile barrage, just one from each aircraft, but 80 missiles eliminated the MOABS, and shattered the force field.

With no choice but to back out, Quextoyl put in the withdraw codes, but not without leaving something to mess around with America's air defense fleet. "Unleash all MOABS."

As he did that, around 200 individual MOABS flew into the sky to combat the threat. But just as they were unleashed, even more F-18's joined the fray, leaving them at a crazy aerial battle that would occur. In the mean time, Quextoyl abandoned his plan of his next battle taking place in Washington DC, and left for another location that was close, where he could allow the kaiju to battle to fight while he repaired his ship.

I know. That was mostly crappy. But it's the first Air Force X Enemy threat I've written. Next chapter WILL have Gigan Vs. Mothra!