Chapter 8 – Trump Toys with the Enemy

When Snoke returned from the bathroom, the trio were seated neatly around the table. They even appeared to be making pleasant conversation. He had to barge past several waiters and waitresses to reach his seat.

Once he had sat down, the waiter from earlier came over carrying a tray of drinks. He seemed to have gotten used to the fact that his Supreme Leader had decided to grace him with his presence as his hands were barely even shaking now.

"What can I get you to eat?" He asked, flipping open his notepad. Kylo glanced round the table before speaking.

"I think we'll just order the sharing platter,"

The waiter nodded and noted it down.

"Anything else?" He asked a final time. Kylo's eyes went over to Snoke, asking him subliminally if he wanted anything else. Snoke received the message.

"No, that'll be all," Snoke declared and the waiter hurried back to the kitchen. Snoke placed his withered hands on the table and sighed.

"I'm assuming you know which food is best here, boy?" He questioned. Kylo dipped his head respectfully.

"We spoke while you were gone and decided, seeming that Trump hadn't experienced much of our food, that we best order a sharing platter for him to try some of our different dishes," He explained. Snoke smiled to himself and moved his hands down under the table. He fumbled around for Trump's hand and latched onto it. Trump's hand felt warm, soft and made Snoke feel young again. He very much enjoyed that feeling.

"I hope you will enjoy the food here, Trump," His head turned to face his partner's and he had to stifle a small laugh when he saw his face. Among the orange lines that ran across his face, a piece of potato had wedged itself against the corner of his mouth. Trump sensed his laughter and looked at him, puzzled. "You have something on your cheek," His voice came out as though he was addressing a child and Trump's face, like a sunrise, faded from orange to red. "I'll get it," Snoke whispered and he leant down so their cheeks were touching. He ran Donald's lips against his and guided his tongue down to the potato. With a swift motion, the potato had landed in Snoke's mouth and he swallowed.

A sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted their romantic moment and Snoke pulled away quickly. He had almost forgotten they were in public.

"Food's here," Kylo announced.

Snoke composed himself and watched as the waiter laid down a tray of various dishes. There were several bowls of different meats and coloured soups. There was also a plate of different breads. The waiter passed down a plate to each person and double checked everything was okay before leaving.

As if nothing had happened, Trump grasped large handfuls of different foods. Rey watched; mouth agape. She could not understand how one person could eat so much food. Both her and Kylo took some bread politely and Snoke began nibbling on a piece of meat.

"This is wonderful," Trump spoke whilst gobbling down his food. Bits of meat were crumbling down his chin as though they were water splashing down the sides of a waterfall. Rey noticed how even while eating, Snoke seemed to eye Trump with more hunger than his food. She didn't know if she should be grossed out by their public display of affection or envious so she focused on Kylo.

At that very moment, glass from a nearby window exploded from the walls. People stopped eating, too in shock to move as two figures burst in. They were both draped in capes and wielded lightsabers. The first held onto a hilt bearing a sleek green blade while the other was holding a long yellow weapon.

Kylo jumped up as if prepared and whipped out his trisaber. Red beams crackled and rumbled, silencing the crowd. Rey followed in his footsteps and pulled out from against her leg a yellow saberstaff. She held it aggressively.

"Who are you?" Kylo called as Snoke shuffled Trump behind him away from the action.

In response the figure with the green blade pulled his hood down. Kylo gasped but held onto his trisaber firmly. It was Luke Skywalker.

"Luke!" Rey cried out. She was about to lower her weapon but a look from Kylo pinned her in place.

"Why have you come?" Kylo growled and Luke gestured for his accomplice to show themselves.

A woman with fairly short blonde hair lay behind the hood. Nobody showed any sense of recognition towards her apart from Trump who staggered forward away from Snoke.

"Hillary Clinton," Trump spat with a hostile tone and the woman glared back at him.

"Donald Trump, we meet again," She replied coldly.

"How did you get here?" He demanded as he came closer but Kylo pushed him back slightly.

"It appears I'm not the only one trying to harness my inner force powers," She answered. Luke glanced at her. He was clearly surprised that she had recognised anyone here but their meeting had to be saved for a later date.

"I came to retrieve something of mine," Luke looked over at Rey who held her ground by Kylo.

"She's not yours anymore," Kylo finished and he dashed towards Luke. Their blades clashed together for a few moments before Hillary decided to join in. Rey sensed the danger before it happened and pounced in to block the incoming attack.

Meanwhile Snoke grabbed onto Trump's hand and pulled him away.

"We need to get you out of here," He spoke with urgency and they scrambled past the tables to the closest exit. Outside the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and engines. Trump followed Snoke's flowing dress and they ran to their parked shuttle.

"What about Kylo and Rey?" Trump called to him but Snoke didn't reply. He hopped into the driver's seat and Trump strapped himself in behind. The ship was white inside with padded walls and a few seats lined the floor. When Snoke realised they were safe he tilted his head round the Trump.

"We'll wait for them here. I'll try and contact them through the force to run. We can face our enemies another time… How did you know the woman?" Snoke asked. A prick of jealousy danced through his words.

"That's Hillary Clinton, one of my political rivals. I thought I was the only one to come here but obviously not," He replied and Snoke nodded.

"I see,"

Snoke gathered himself and breathed slowly for a few moments. He pulled the force in around him and reached out to Kylo who was still battling in the restaurant. Snoke felt him receive the message and he returned his thoughts to the ship. After a few minutes Kylo ran hand in hand with Rey out of the restaurant. A flicker of yellow and green could be seen chasing after them but they reached the ship before their followers did.

"I hate running from a fight I know I can win," Kylo huffed as he sat down and shut the door. Rapidly, the ship took off leaving the Jedi behind. Rey double-checked by pacing up to the window to make sure they had acquired no stragglers.

"We're clear," She sighed and pushed away from the large window. Sitting down next to Kylo she exhaled. She had failed her mission of a successful date.

(Hilary Clinton the Jedi mwah ha ha! It's time for Trump to craft a lightsaber)