8 F-35A Lightning II Joint Strike Fighters, led by Jason Killic of the USAF, are proceeding to head towards a designated point. They are to intercept and possibly destroy the contacts if deemed hostile. Each had a single missile left.

As they were flying to meet the contacts, they met two AV-8B Harriers coming towards them. They were supposed to be on a dogfight mission, but got lost. They were also near bingo fuel anyways, and required to land on the nearest carrier, and so couldn't follow the F-35's either for an extended time.

A few minutes later, Jason and his squadronmates arrived within 40 miles to the three unknown contacts at 54,775 feet. They activated their trigger, in case the craft was hostile so they can retaliate quicker.

"Everyone, split into groups of two," Jason spoke up.

"Roger, flight leader," replied Lightning-3.

The flights were split with a separation of half a mile for increased legroom when evasive action is required. Once into position, they were 25 miles from their contacts. At 10 miles, they can see speckles in view at one-thirty high, heading right relative to Jason. As they came closer, they saw none other than the iconic T-65 X-wing fighter.

"Oh my gosh, are you seeing what I'm seeing?!" Joseph asked in exclamation.

"Yeah buddy, there are three X-wings at 2 o' clock," Lightning-4 answered with the same tone.

"Think they might be friendly?" Lightning-6 added.

"Only one way to find out." Jason said and turned his craft in lead pursuit of the X-wings.

"Hey Gold Leader," the X-wing pilot said. "I think we are being locked on."

"What?" Gold Leader replied. "Double check your scanners. They might be acting up again, like usual."

"No matter, we can just evade them anyways should they prove hostile," his wingman said. "Anyways, our targets are up ahead, 85 kilometers away."

"We won't make it in time! We have to get to the middle atmosphere to speed up or our shields will degrade from thermal resistance." the other pilot remarked.

"I agree. Everyone, climb to 35 km up."

"Roger."

The three X-wings ascended up to the middle stratosphere, far above the service ceiling of the F-35's. Jason can still maintain radar contact, but found he couldn't keep up to the ships' speed. He would have to report to the F-22-F-16 squadron to notify them of 3 X-wings headed their way.

Floyd Dawson and his squadronmates successfully fended off the TIE Fighters, with 4 casualties on his side: 3 F-16's and 1 F-22. He told everyone to return to base afterward. As he was doing so, he got a quick notification message on the radio.

"Eagle-3, this is Lightning-1 do you copy?"

"Loud and clear."

"There are three craft headed to the dogfight, suspected X-wings at 279,000 ft at Mach 4"

"You are kidding."

"I am serious. What is there to believe the TIE Fighters we fought are fake?"

"Anyways, they are far too late already, it has concluded with our victory."

"Congratulations then, Eagle-3. Lightning-1 out."

The 8 F-35's, 3 F-22's, and 9 F-16's returned home with the first victory against extra-terrestrials.

Of the 150 TIE craft sent, only 6 TIE/ln's and 1 TIE/sa's remained, safely reaching low orbit and ready for translunar injection.

"I don't understand!" said Gortha Homi, TIE squadron leader. "They have actually managed to fend us off! How can that be that a planet, thousands of years behind, manage to push us back?"

"I don't know either," said her wingman, "but they were quite skilled. We need to report this to the Grand Admiral."

As they finished the burn, they coasted quietly through the orbit trajectory and shut off all non-essential equipment during the transfer. That way, they thought, would help them remain undetected from the natives. Only then did they remember that the natives have yet to produce any manned interplanetary craft, let alone decent ones. They waited for about a day, chatting to each other and stationkeeping to avoid members drifting away from the leader. Once the reached the moon, they began a braking burn to get themselves an intercept to the Star Destroyers for docking and asking. They waited for a few more hours before the Destroyers loomed over the horizon. They proceeded to burn towards the ship to get themselves secured and repaired. One of the TIE/ln's had radiator damage, and so was grounded(?) for a while.

Meanwhile, Grand Admiral Josef Grunger went to ask about the mission. Gortha began to speak to him about the fight and how it all fell apart after the native's, formally called The Solians, and their ships managed to break the organized forces from an unknown distance.

"It all went awry right from the start. We didn't plan the entry right, and ended up with 59% of what we started with. THe atmosphere was considerably thick, and the ones that did survive had their ship's structural or shield integrity weakened. The ships were now very fragile. Then came the end result of the entry. The mission planner failed to compute exactly where we were expected to land and ended up 770 km from our target. We had to fly the rest of the distance. Then, white streaks appeared from out of nowhere; our sensors failed to properly detect the craft, and we were caught by surprise. What little we actually even detected was misjudged by my wingman. Their craft were very capable, but not quite as maneuverable. It didn't seem to matter to them, since they can easily outrun us. The first craft that we saw, I think I have a holorecording of it, was twice as fast as ours. The craft was an odd, arrowhead shape with two inlets angled the wrong way, vertical tail surfaces that angled away from the craft, and one engine. One engine! Most craft we have engaged had two engines in the least, and I am confused as to why it had one engine. How could it still fly faster than us? Nonetheless, it's cannon fired quickly and with precision. That, and the fact that the structure became more fragile after the entry, made that fighter deadly. We could just as easily destroy it with our own cannons, but it always manages to make its mark faster than us. There were two other craft that I best show you later for explaining would take too much time. There were a few things in common between those fighters, namely, they can't take-off and land vertically, has one cannon, no shields, and are all faster than ours. Me and 6 others barely escaped with our lives."

"Okay...," the Admiral said, "may I see those fighters?"]

"Sure, Admiral." She took out a holoprojector and showed him the 3 different fighters she'd encountered.

"Hmm... fascinating... I guess we underestimated them. But they only won the air battle. For sure, we will crush them on the surface."

"Yes, Admiral," she replieed before heading out.

Donald Trump called a conference meeting onto how to deal with the invaders. Whatever they did was an act of war, yet, some vote for diplomacy and peace with the aliens.

"I called this meeting because I have to tell you guys a very disturbing fact."

"What do you think it is?" NASA SETI worker Jason Stone asked.

"I believe... we are being attacked... by Star Wars. The Galactic Empire, to be specific."

"What?" exclaimed many people in the conference room. There were loud arguments and murmurs in the area, which lasted until Mike Pence established order.

"Yes, without a doubt, we are being attacked by a '70s film made by George Lucas." Pence added. "We would all suggest diplomatic relations with the Empire, no question. However, the Empire is known to be power hungry and will not allow anyone else to rule under him or against him. He wants all to join him."

"That is why I am to be increasing funding for NASA to assist us in producing a capable SSTO that could ferry weapons into orbit to be used later. Kinda like a fully-reusable Space Shuttle without boosters."

More talks emerged about the SSTO. The room was full of arguments about that SSTO, how it is unfeasible to construct, how we haven't yet a compact enough drive to do that, etc.

1 hour later, the conference concluded, and everyone was dismissed. As Trump is walking out the hallway, he began to converse to the Vice President.

"So, what other reason should I be adding funding to the Space Agency and not the Military?" Trump said.

"I think it is safe to say that the Military has enough budget for now. NASA cannot do it's experimental SSTO without added funding for research." Pence replied. "Furthermore, even well after the threat has passed, assuming we survive, the Space Agency can do wonders for a bright future."

"Okay. So where are we headed now?"

"Area 51. The most remote facility in America."

"That might be helpful if they did really manage to get the Imperial tech before the North Koreans or the Chinese do. I heard that TIE fighter parts from the engagement are being illegally shipped to ISIS."

And the conversation continued for a while.

"Status report, Gold Squadron." Han said.

"Negative. Seems to be a bunch of floating debris, possibly from a TIE Fighter."

"Oh darn. The natives did really manage."

"What did I tell you?" Leia said, coming through the door.

"Oh hey... didn't see you there."

"Yeah, I overheard you ranting about something before you talked to the squadron."

"What?"

"Oh my gosh, Leia! Han! Check this out!" Luke called them out to the windows. There, they are seeing what we call the Aurora Borealis. The three can't stand being unsatisfied with the spectacle happening under them.

"Wow, what are they?" Han asked.

"No idea, but they look beautiful."

"Yeah, I think I can wait here a bit."