Grand Moff Tarkin and his crew was about to begin construction of the Death Star II when he was called for a little meeting through holoprojector.

"Grand Moff Tarkin," the Emperor said.

"Yes, Emperor?" Tarkin replied back.

"I have news from a fellow captain that a planet, not far into the Unknown Regions, has been discovered. Scans show that there potentially be intelligent life on the planet."

"And what will I be doing about it?"

"You are to get the inhabitants to join you. Do everything you can in your power to do so. They may prove useful for our plans."

"As you wish, Emperor." Then he shut off he holoprojector.

"Men, plot a course to these coordinates. We are sending 2 Star Destroyers and a carrier, under Grand Admiral Grunger's command."

"Hey there, Jason!" Joseph called.

"Yeah?" Jason spoke back.

"How was your last sortie with your fellow squadron mates?"

"Well, it was exhilarating. Fighting against Su-27's all alone on an F-35 was very scary on its own. I was able to down 2 Flankers before my squadron mates arrived."

Jason is an F-35 pilot, and F-16 ace and trainer, and had once been exposed to the M2 Bradley IFV. He is now assigned to the 58th Fighter Squadron, with Joseph as his wingman.

"So I heard we are assigned to be each other's wingman," Joseph excitedly said. "I bet we will have wonderful adventures in the skies together."

"Yeah, okay…" was all Jason could reply.

Meanwhile, in space, a Rebel Corvette had jumped out of hyperspace towards Earth. Luke Skywalker then peered out of the window to see the blue marble.

"Wow, that is one, beautiful planet," he said.

"Please, don't get ahold of yourself," Han Solo spoke out. "We were sent here to warn the inhabitants of the planet about the Imperial invasion.

"I know but, can they even hold their ground even if we did? Their technology is way too primitive that what even we can throw at them."

"We just have to warn them, okay?" Leia cut in. "Besides, we can leave if they refuse our help."

"I'm afraid it is too late for that. Look!" Luke pointed at the sensor. 150 TIE/ln Fighters are heading towards the planet, along with 10 TIE/sa Bombers. If they are to survive the attack, they need some help. Han launched a stealth probe to see what will happen on the surface.

"Hmm… perfect. Everything is going according to plan," Grand Moff Tarkin spoke with pride. "No rebel ships interfering with our attack, nothing firing at us, this is just perfect."

"This initial assault force will make a dent in the planet's defense system," Captain Marcus said. "Afterwards, we will acquire air superiority and be able to land our troops and machines to destroy ground force resistance."

"This will be easy, since the technological scans showed primitive technology being used all over the planet. After that, we will be the first to set foot on an Unknown Regions Planet."

Of the 150 TIE/ln fighters deployed, 80 survived, with 8 TIE/sa bombers with them. Their target is a small coast 480 miles away: a mistake of the pilots. Luckily, their craft can go for very long distances without refueling. However, the TIE/ln pilots found out that their craft are not quite that maneuverable here. They have lost the edge here. The bombers are unaffected though, and that's good.

"We got 88 unknown contacts 478 miles out!" over-the-horizon radar operator Willson called out. "Must we engage them?"

"Hmm… Maybe get an AWACS up there to confirm threat," General Arson said. "We can't just risk fighters for a contact we don't know."

"Sure thing."

Onboard the USS Wasp, 2 AV8-B Harriers are performing a small flight exercise. The lead pilot is Canberra Smith. Taking off vertically, they were getting ready for transition when a radio call interrupted.

"All airborne units, prepare to engage 88 unknown flying objects. A Predator UAV is already heading within visual range to identify the contact."

"Ah. I see we are getting a combat operation so quickly," Canberra said. "I think we should go there and meet up with some MiG's."

"Yeah, I honestly think we should," said her wingman.

"This is Caspian-7, heading to contact's last known position" Canberra quickly spoke on radio.

The Harriers are leaving the USS Wasp and preparing to head to the contacts.

"Lightning-1, heading to position. 120 miles out" Jason called. His wingman is flying just above, behind, and to the left of him.

"Copy that, calling for some backup," Joseph replied.

"What for?"

"Just in case we may not be able to fight them alone."

"Why? We have 6 other pairs following behind us. What is there that needs you to call backup?"

"I dunno… Maybe because of the F-35's, and—"

"What is with the F-35's?!"

"They may be outperformed by our current opponent."

"Doh! Fine."

Jason looked high, low, left, right, and behind to check for bogeys. None.

"Alright, target lock!" he said.

"Firing when ready" Joseph said.

"Fox Three!"

The sound of rockets fill the sky as 8 AMRAAM missiles streak through the sky at 4 times the speed of sound. A few seconds later, the missiles hit. 8 contacts went out of the radar screen and HUD.

The TIE Squadron Leader was shocked to see white streaks coming towards them at high speed. Before they could react, they have lost 8 TIE Fighters in the span of a second.

"Break formation!" said the leader. They spread out so as to avoid being clumped together for an easy kill. Then, they saw tiny specks on their cockpit cupola window.

"Enemy fighters! They are coming! Get ready!"

The 72 TIE's spread out in groups of 8 to help them make surprise attacks. Then, another 8 TIE's got destroyed by the mysterious white streak. But once they got within firing range, they got a good look at the enemy fighters. It didn't seem to have weapons on it, so where did the white streaks come from?

The disoriented pilots tried their best to outmaneuver the fighters, but with reduced maneuvering and acceleration performance due to air resistance, they can't seem to get their mark. Eventually, one managed to get behind one of the strange craft.

"Come on, come on! just a bit more, and-" A pilot gets cut off as he got gunned down from behind

4 F-22's and 12 F-16's join the fray, with F-22 pilot Floyd Dawson as flight leader. He gunned down the TIE/ln on Jason's tail as he rolled away. Then, F-16 pilot Richard Hillary clipped 4 of the TIE's panels, destabilizing it. All in all, 17 TIE/ln's and 3 TIE/sa's wete destroyed.

"Good work there," said Jason.

"Uh oh, we got more problems..." Joseph started.

3 more radar contacts have been detected by AWACS, but this time, were going faster.

"Forget those fighters, I fear that enemy MiG's are coming in hot," Jason said. "We gotta break."

"Roger," said Floyd. "Good luck."

"Thanks."

The F-22's and F-16's were left alone to clean up the mess while Jason and his squadronmates headed to the unknown contacts.

"I have got a bad feeling about this..." he said.