"Right this way, sir."
"Thank you, Emil."
Emil. It had a nice ring to it. It'd been a long time since he'd heard that. Most of the other politicians who frequented this place didn't care what your name was. But this one was different. If he wasn't genuine, he was at least a hell of a lot better at feigning interest than most.
And, he noticed, he was a bit more forgiving of his little mental monologues. They weren't daydreams. There were never pictures. Besides, mental monologue was more fun to say. Alliteration for the win. Okay, that's enough, time to get over to the car. Can't keep the man waiting. After all, he's the one they call... well... The One.
Emil didn't buy into all that stuff, but maybe there was something to it. It was a bit early to be making any judgments, but there was definitely something out of the ordinary about him. He almost had an otherworldly glow about him. No, wait, that was the spaceship above the cab.
"Wait, what the hell?"
"What is it?"
"Sir, there's a spaceship flying above us!"
"I'll handle this."
With one swift motion, the svelte president-elect swung himself out the open window, landing deftly on the yellow roof.
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
The strange ship swerved around, approaching the cab head-on, lasers blasting. The president had no problem deflecting them with his bright blue pillar of light, but if the ship decided not to turn back, it would rip through that car, durable American-made piece of work though it may be, like a neutrino through plasma.
The delicious chocolate man heroically leapt, aided by the all-powerful Force, and landed akimbo on the TIE's cockpit. The door atop its roof opened with a single wave of his fingers, making for a very surprised pilot, dispatched without a hitch.
Suddenly, a crackly voice came in over the inexplicably low-quality speaker atop the futuristic dashboard.
"TK-1117, come in."
"Uh... Roger," he replied, doing a serviceable impression of the late pilot's disguised voice.
"Return to base. There've been some changes."
"Uh... yes sir."
The autopilot kicked in, sending the TIE en route to its base somewhere back in its own galaxy. He knew instinctively how to turn it off, but he couldn't. If anyone was going to change, he wasn't just going to be there, he was going to be it. As he safely buckled himself in, he thought to himself how glad he was he'd thought to activate that robot doppelganger before he left. This was going to be a long trip.
TO BE CONTINUED?!?