Chapter 3 – Training Trump

Trump's room was fairly small yet still comfortable. Although very different to his lavish room at home he still felt partially attached to it. It featured a single bed in the corner and the walls were dotted with various shapes of cupboards. After exploring his new room he discovered that some training clothes in his size had been placed neatly into one of the cupboards. Shoes lined the cupboard below.

As it was morning Donald changed out of his now foul smelling suit and put on his new training clothes. They were black, in accordance to the general theme of the base. The sleeves were long but loose and the trousers just touched his ankles. He combed through his sandy hair with his fingers and checked himself in the mirror.

"If only the people of America could see me now," He muttered to himself feeling pride glow in his belly. "I should start selling action figures, Darth Trump… I like it," He began making poses in the mirror and laughed like a child when he thought he looked good.

At that moment a sharp knock came from the door and a voice sounded from outside.

"Donald Trump? The Supreme Leader wishes to see you now,"

Donald felt nerves grow inside him and he paced towards the voice. He opened the door and noted the Stormtrooper standing outside. To his right the figure he had met last night stood tall. His long black robe covered his face and reached down to the floor. He must have been at least twenty centimetres taller than Trump.

"Donald Trump," The Supreme Leader spoke softly. He turned his head towards the Stormtrooper and scowled. "You may leave us now," The Stormtrooper understood and proceeded away from them quickly. Snoke raised his hands to his hood and pushed it down, away from his face. His grey skin glistened under the lighting and Donald felt himself go queasy at the sight of it. "My title is The Supreme Leader but please, call me Snoke." His mouth was tight and slanted slightly as the words fell out. Donald nodded in return.

"Call me Trump," Donald flashed him a cheesy presidential smile and adjusted his training clothes. Somehow Snoke's face morphed itself into a smile. Judging by the awkwardness of it, he obviously showed this very little. Snoke began to walk down the corridor and he gestured Donald to follow.

"Tell me about Earth Trump. I have not heard of this place. What's it like?" Snoke's feeble attempt at small talk was made obvious as they turned a corner. Trump lifted his head slightly and thought back to Trump Tower.

"It's a marvellous place. Full of people. I have my own tower, right in the centre of the city. I can watch over my people from the highest floor and staff bring food and nice biscuits up if I ask." Donald explained as the faint taste of custard creams lingered in his mouth. Snoke glanced over to Trump. He wasn't sure if it was the heat from the lights reflecting off his orange skin but he had to look away as he felt himself go hot.

"Tell me more about this tower," Snoke begged for Trump to continue.

"It's called Trump tower. Two hundred and two meters tall in Fifth Avenue. I have an office right at the top and secret labs underneath it. We managed to open a portal there which allows us to travel here." Donald continued and he glanced over to Snoke as they turned another corner.

"I should like to visit this tower someday," Snoke breathed as his eyes passed down. He thought for a moment before speaking again. "In fact you could show me it right now." Snoke stopped and Trump copied. He moved his body towards Donald causing him to step back nervously. "Don't be afraid Trump. Just think about your tower." Snoke lifted his disfigured hand and brushed his fingertips over Trump's face. He closed his eyes and Donald felt his breath hot on his cheeks. Snoke smiled again as Trump thought back to Trump tower. He pictured the labs and the elevators and his office. He thought particularly hard about his favourite window. Snoke's hand pulled away and landed back at his side as he moved back away from Donald. "We should continue. I would like to start working with the force today," Snoke nodded and Donald swallowed before following Snoke towards the training room.

When they arrived Snoke inputted a code onto a keypad which allowed the steel door to slide open. Inside the room there were several pieces of gym equipment and mats laid out on the floor. The white lighting bared harshly down onto the dark grey walls making the room look larger than it was.

Snoke moved towards the edge of the room and threw his robe down dramatically. Trump felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw what he was wearing underneath. A dark green spandex jumpsuit gripped his body tightly and he pulled a sweatband from behind him. He snapped the sweatband onto his head and placed his hands on his hips. Trump thought he looked like an aerobics instructor from the eighties - a sexy aerobics instructor.

"I would like to start working with the force straight away so let's see what you can do," Snoke beckoned Donald to stand closer and he placed a pen on the floor. The Supreme Leader then kneeled on the floor and Trump copied. "Try and lift this pen." He smirked. Donald Trump looked at it once before picking it up with his fingers and lifting it slightly. Snoke scowled and his eyes narrowed. "With the force you dimwit," He spat at him.

"Oh sorry," Trump apologised before putting the pen back on the floor and focusing sharply with his mind. He inhaled and tried to imagine the pen rising of the floor. After a few seconds the pen did rise a few centimetres in the air.

"Good," Snoke hissed and he watched the pen fall to the ground again.

"This is all very well Snoke but I would like to actually use the force to get people to vote for me. You know, write the x on the card next to my name," Donald complained and Snoke's mouth curled into a thin line.

"Patience my friend," He spoke before standing up and moving towards the side. He ripped a propaganda poster off the wall and paced back to Trump. He kneeled back down and passed the paper to him. "Draw your planet's voting card on the back of this." Snoke ordered and Trump grabbed the pen and paper and began drawing on a grid. He wrote his name in the first square followed by his rivals in the next few squares. After each name (apart from his) he drew a poo face emoji or an angry face. "What is this?" Snoke demanded when he noticed Trump giggling.

"It's the voting card, like you asked." He replied and placed the completed card on the floor.

"Good. Now use the force to draw the x next to your name," Snoke added before leaning back to watch his student work. Trump closed his eyes and exhaled before using his hand to direct the pen. He then opened his eyes slightly and gestured for the pen to draw a cross next to his name. He smiled to himself proudly after completing it.

"How was that?" Donald asked in arrogant tone. Snoke breathed and met his eyes.

"Perfect. But that still doesn't solve your problem. It would take some time to force everyone to write that x." Snoke noted and Donald frowned before remembering his original plan.

"That is why you must teach me mind tricks. I can then force the whole population to vote for me," Trump stated with a grin plastered on his face. Snoke chuckled and nodded.

"A wonderful idea Trump! But first we must improve these force skills of yours." Snoke declared and returned Trump's smile.