[Meanwhile, a voice comes over the intercom warning all important people to come to the command center for a briefing. General Carper, Princess Clinton, Marco, Newt, and Kasich are looking at a screen].

General Carper: Hey, Rubio, remember when you thought that thing that hit the snow was a failed North Korean missile?

Marco: Yeah, why?

General Carper: Well, unless the North Koreans actually have done something right for once, this thing is moving and is communicating with an unidentifiable source.

Kasich: Please, let me handle this, decoding languages is one of my jack of all trades. [listens closely]. Yep, it's the Imperials, we're screwed.

Marco: Now, now, wait a minute, me and Newt will go check it out.

[Marco and Newt stealthily leave the base and head out towards the drone's position. The drone then detects the movements and begins firing missiles all over the place, in which Marco jumps out of the snow and begins shooting, but then the drone self-destructs].

Hillary: What was the thing?

Marco: A drone. I told the Senate this would happen, but do they listen to me?

Hillary: It's definitely not the North Koreans or Iran. It has to be the Imperials.

General Carper: In that case, we gotta get the hell out of here.

[Meanwhile, elsewhere in the galaxy, Admiral Jim Gilmore and Captain Rand Paul, aboard a Trump Destroyer, begin analyzing a computer with the info that the drone from Hoth transmitted].

Paul: Yep, it's definitely the rebels.

Gilmore: And how are you so sure? How do you know it's not the Green Party or Occupy Wall Street?

Paul: What's the Green Party going to be doing on a planet with no trees?

Gilmore: Irrelevant. I want evidence. I want proof. This isn't proof, just a few small eskimo shelters. Sarah Palin is just probably hiding from the Russians again!
Paul: Jim, the readings say right here that's there are life forms! Not two, not four, but a bunch! If I were a rebel I would hide here!

Gilmore: That's Admiral Gilmore to you, Captain Paul, just remember that.

[As the two begin to bicker, Darth Donald Trump walks in and stands behind the two.]

Trump: What are you two clowns arguing about now?

Paul: Sir, I have reason to believe we have found the rebel base.

Trump: Well it's about damn time we found this base. Three years it takes, three years!

Gilmore: Lord Trump, we can't be sure that this is them. I mean, it could be a hideout for smugglers or the Green Party or the Occupy Wall Street-

Trump: Jim, I don't think you know what you're talking about, okay? You won 12 votes in Iowa and 133 votes in New Hampshire, clearly people don't trust you. You know, frankly, you're not a trusty guy, and I don't know who appointed you to be admiral, but really, you have no idea what you're talking about. And the people agree too! That is the rebel base we've been searching for, and I bet your wives that Lyin' Ted is with them too. Now do whatever you have to do and send us to this Hoth planet and let's carpet bomb the hell out of these guys, okay? Is that so hard?

Gilmore: And, if I may ask, Lord Trump, what if we end up "bombing the hell" out of innocent civilians?

Trump: Look, you don't have to be a total genius to figure this out, even though I am a genius, I have a very high IQ, just ask myself. I'm more militaristic than anybody standing here right now, let's be clear, and I love war in a certain way, but only when we win. By the way, when was the last time we won a war? I mean the last time we were in a war our billion-dollar enterprise got blown up by a bunch of f***ing liberals for crying out loud. Let's try to win this one and have my poll numbers go up higher, okay?