[Nikki and Cotton walk through the hangar and past numerous starships to the outside, where Cotton enters his rusty-looking starship]

Durbin: Captain Cotton!

[Cotton looks at Nikki and then runs off the ship over to Durbin. She then walks into the ship and sees the big black droid that caught her earlier]

Droid: I am K-527, a reprogrammed Imperial droid.

Nikki: Wait, a 527 droid? What's the Empire doing meddling with tax-exempt organization groups?

K-527: Originally, I did belong to a 527 group that helped to get Mr. Trump elected. However, I was reprogrammed to obey every Imperial protocol once the Empire began, and then I was reprogrammed to fight them. Like any 527, I am not specially designed for one organization alone.

[Nikki just nodded and start looking through her pack]

K-527: I see that the Senior Chair is sending you with us to Jedha.

Nikki: Yep, it appears that way.

K-527: That is a bad idea. I think so, and so does Tom.

[Nikki looks at the droid in awe then turns to look at Tom, who is still conversing with Durbin]

K-527: What do I know, though? My speciality is just strategic analysis and helping to organize money for campaigns and elections.

Durbin: Galen Haley is vital to the Empire's weapon program. Forget what you were told and forget all that liberal "take hostages" bullsh*t. You find him, you kill him. Then and there. Is that understood?

[Tom nods and then heads back to his ship, where he passes Nikki and heads to the cockpit with K-527]

Tom: Did you meet K5?

Nikki: Yes, charming

Tom: He tends to say whatever comes into his circuits. That's how you know he definitely used to be a droid on the side of Trump. We tried to fix that so he can be more open-minded, but, well, it's whatever.

K-527: Hey, why does she get a gun and I don't?

Nikki: Wh- I know how to use it!

Tom: That's what I'm afraid of.

Nikki: What, a woman with a gun? Never seen that before?

Tom: No, it's not that. Just give it to me, please.

Nikki: We're going to Jedha. That's a war zone.

Tom: Sweetie, Nordstrom is a war zone now thanks to Trump declaring it one. Basically this entire galaxy is open to a fight. But that is not the point. Where'd you get the gun?

Nikki: Um, I just, you know, found it.

K-527: I find that answer vague and unconvincing.

Nikki: Yep, he certainly was one of Trump's droids. But Tom, trust both goes ways, does it not?

[Tom looks at her and strokes his chin and then decides to turn around and head towards the pilot chair]

K-527: You're letting her keep it? Would you like to know the probability of her using it against you?

Tom: The same probability that greenhouse gas emissions are causing a deterioration in the atmosphere and thus is leading to radical climate change?

K-527: Much higher than that, much.

Tom: Alright, let's just go.

K-527: It's super high. It's stratosphere high. That's how high it is. Even higher than that. Higher than Mark Zuckerberg's net worth. Even higher than that believe it or not.

[Tom puts on his headset and begins to punch some dials. The door closes and the ship slowly lifts into the air and flies off into the orange evening sky and finally into hyperspace]

[Meanwhile, in a secret hideout on Jedha, Corey, who still has the bag on his head, is on his knees surrounded by Franken, Hoyer, Perez, and others. Suddenly, there is a clamping sound, and Clarence Thomas approaches the former campaign manager]

Clarence: Lies! Deceptions! Libel! Let's see it.

[Perez hands Clarence Corey's identification card]

Clarence: Corey Lewandowski, Pilot and Former Campaign Manager of one Donald J. Trump. Cargo pilot. A local boy, huh?

[Perez begins to speak in the foreign language and hands over some of other items to Clarence]

Corey: Look, I may not be able to see, but I can still hear, man! He didn't capture me, I came here myself. I defected, I swear, I defected!

Clarence: Everyday, more lies, more fake news, more alternative facts. You lied about what you did to that female reporter, did you not?

Corey: Okay, okay, maybe I accidentally bruised Michelle Fields, okay? I'm sorry about that. But why would I risk everything for a lie? We don't have time for this! I must speak with Clarence Thomas before it's too late!

[Perez removes the bag and Corey stares up at the Supreme Court Justice, who unimpressively looks down at the defect]

Corey: Uh, okay, see, I knew… I knew you were black. Not like there's anything wrong with that, of course, it's just, um… that's for you. By the way, I know you don't like fake news, so don't listen to these guys when I say I gave that to them; they did not find it! I… I gave it to them. Galen. Galen Haley. He told me to find you.

[Clarence pulls out an oxygen mask and takes a deep breath in]

Clarence: James Comey.

Corey: Wh-what? James Comey? No, no, Galen Haley sent me! I swear, he told me to find you!

[Perez puts the bag over Corey's head again and carry him out of the room as he attempts to resist]