Chapter 9 – Trump Together with Snoke
The days after their attack were filled with fear and tension. Snoke doubled Trump's training regime in order to prepare him for Hillary and Luke's next visit. After a while, Snoke decided it was time for Trump to craft his own lightsaber. It would surely come in handy later on.
Trump and Snoke took their fastest shuttle to the closest crystal caves which were located on their planet. After arriving and venturing through the caves for a short while, Trump needed a break.
"I need a break," Trump sighed and he heaved himself onto a ledge. The caves were mostly pitch black and the only light came from Snoke's lightsaber which was a deep crimson. The red bounced off the walls making the place increasingly sinister.
"We've only been walking for twenty minutes Trump," Snoke protested, folding his arms. Donald huffed and leaned further back against the wall.
"Sit with me Supreme Leader," Trump pleaded like a puppy dog and Snoke rolled his eyes but agreed anyway. He perched himself neatly on the ledge with Trump and his eyes widened as Trump leant on his side. Trump pawed at Snoke's robe.
"We can't do that here," Snoke spoke sharply and moved away slightly. Trump shuffled closer.
"Says who?" He spoke back flirtatiously. Despite Snoke's initial thoughts he welcomed Trump on top of him. They seemed to fit perfectly together – they were made for each other.
After a few intense moments a rumble was heard from behind them. The cragged wall which supported them gave way pulling Trump and Snoke into its murky depths. Fast as lightning Snoke used the force to slow both his and Trump's fall. They landed safely on their feet in a large open area. Trump gasped as he saw the walls as they were filled with multicolour crystals glistening and glowing. Snoke gasped also and held onto Trump.
"It's always more beautiful than I remember," He breathed out. He felt Trump flinch as he held his arm out.
"I can sense something," Trump spoke and he reached out further. "I think it's my crystal calling to me," he added and stepped forward. Snoke watched in admiration as he continued walking until he reached a section of the wall covered in an abundance of crystals. Effortlessly, Donald plucked a small crystal from the wall and stood back. "This is it," He turned to Snoke and flashed him a grin.
"Great, now let's get out of here," Snoke called back and he glanced around for the nearest exit. Spotting an area of the cave which looked climbable he paced over and began clambering up. Trump followed until they reached the top. As Snoke emerged out he brushed off his robe and helped Trump through the gap. "We should get out of this cave before nightfall if we leave now," Snoke explained. Trump nodded but before he could reply a hissing sound was heard from behind them. Both Trump and Snoke whipped around with Snoke turning on his lightsaber.
Two glowing yellow eyes were all that could be seen in the darkness and as the creature came closer it revealed more of its hideous looking body. Brown leather looking skin covered the beast like a blanket while spikes lined its back. It was large and looming over the couple before Snoke acted.
"Run Trump!" He stammered and started to sprint. Trump copied but unfortunately so did the beast.
"We have to fight it," Trump yelled through pants. He struggled to keep up with Snoke's sleek agile body.
"With what?" Snoke answered and kept running. The beast was drawing closer and nipped at the back of Trump's legs causing him to yelp in pain. Finally Snoke decided they couldn't outrun it and he ignited his saber again to face the beast. Trump limped away slightly. Snoke began to spin his saber in his hands and pass it from side to side; he was warming up for the combat.
Snoke cried out as he thrashed his lightsaber forward. Sparks flew as it came down onto the creature's spine but at the same time the beast jabbed its spear-like arm forward. Snoke jumped backwards but the animal had already inflicted its damage and blood trickled down his robe. The beast faltered slightly and shuddered before falling to the ground. Snoke had managed to strike it down during his first blow.
Trump limped forwards and clutched Snoke's arm preventing the blood from escaping.
"We have to get back to the ship," Trump's breath was ragged as he helped him to hobble away.
"Agreed," Snoke replied and together they staggered back to the ship.
Upon reaching the ship Trump planted Snoke on a seat and stood before the pilot's controls.
"How do you fly this thing?" Trump cried out over his shoulder. Snoke glanced up still holding his arm tightly.
"You don't know?" Snoke answered quietly.
"I'm a politician not a pilot!" Trump yelled back. Snoke stood up in annoyance and hobbled over to the flight controls. He landed in the seat and ushered Trump to the medical cabinet.
"I'll fly. You fetch me some bandages and get something for your leg," Snoke finished and flicked a few switches. The ship thrummed to life and the lights illuminated the cockpit. Donald understood and went to grab some supplies. He wrapped a bandage roughly round his leg before going over to Snoke's side and tending to his wound. He layered the bandage over the cut and sat beside him in the co-pilot's seat.
"How long should it take to get there?" Trump asked as he felt around in his pocket for his newly acquired crystal.
"Not long," Snoke answered. He seemed distracted by the controls in front of him. "An hour at most,"
Trump leant back in his seat and winced slightly at the pain in his leg. It had gotten worse but it was still tolerable. He glanced over at Snoke's arm. The red from his wound had penetrated the bandages and left a deep maroon stain. Funnily enough, Trump was surprised. He had assumed due to Snoke's grey skin that his blood would've been silver. He was more human than he had initially thought.
Snoke breathed out slowly as the ship took off. Even though they had encountered problems he found that he had enjoyed this ordeal. He wondered if this was what happiness felt like.