The KFC Team members entered Drive Thru 94. Han was just licking the last of the tartar sauce off of his fingers and reminding himself to make larger containers for it, when he looked up and saw them.
"Stop eating that fish & chips platter! Blast him!"
Han tossed the plate aside and drew his cocktail sauce blaster, returning fire. The blasts of flavor sent the KFC Team members diving for cover.
He raced aboard the Millennium Chicken & Fries. "Chewie, get us outta here!"
"Oh my," Threepio said, "I'd forgotten how much I hated ordering food to-go!"
The Chicken & Fries took off, sustaining only a few hits from cole slaw. "Great! I'm gonna have to clean that off!" Han looked at the heads-up display as he grabbed some fries that were doused with hot sauce. "Looks like a KFC cruiser--our passengers must be hotter than I thought. So's this hot sauce. Think we should change the flavor?"
Chewie shook his head. "Rrwwar! No!" The Cookiee glanced over again. "Rrwwar!"
"I DID use hand sanitizer! I'd never pass around my germs!"
The fast food franchise without a cause soared towards empty space. "Try and hold 'em off-angle the deflector meals, while I make the calculations for the jump to fries' speed."
The Five Star Destroyers opened fire, ketchup and potato wedges combined in a devastating flavor fest.
"Stay sharp-they're going to try and cut us off."
Luke and Obi-Wan entered the cockpit. "Why don't you outcook 'em? I thought you said this fish & chips platter was made fast!"
Han glanced at Luke. "Watch your mouth, kid, or you're going to find yourself floating home hungry. We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to fries' speed. Besides, I know a few chicken recipes. We'll lose 'em."
Obi-Wan looked at Han, then glanced hungrily at Chewie. "How long before you make the jump into hypertaste?"
"It'll take a few moments to get the fish good and cooked inside and out. I don't want any lawsuits over badly cooked fish."
Luke pointed at the console. "Are you kidding, at the rate they're making chicken?"
"Travelling through hypertaste ain't like tasting bad sandwiches, boy! Without the right flavor, we'd fly right through an Arby's or bounce too close to a Fuddrucker's, and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it, kid?"
"What's that flashing?"
"We're losing the deflector meals! Go strap yourselves in, I'm gonna make the jump to fries' speed!"
Obi-Wan and Luke hurried to comply. Han pulled back the mini-oven and shoved in some frozen french fries. The stars elongated, and the Chicken & Fries disappeared, leaving only tasty slices of potato in its wake.

Meanwhile....the KFC Star has reached Alderaan....

"We've entered the Dairy Queen's drive thru on the Alderaan system."
Manager Leia was brought in before Manager Tarkin. She bowed distastefully. "Manager Tarkin. I should've expected to find you holding Vader's lease to this franchise. I recognized the foul stench of your chicken done wrong when I was brought on board."
"Charming," Tarkin said, "to the last. Much like KFC, when it is prepared correctly-as it always is. You don't know how hard I found it, signing the order to terminate your franchise."
"I'm surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility for a Dairy Queen yourself."
"Manager Leia, before your franchise's execution, I would like for you to be present at a ceremony that will make this KFC franchise operational. No fast food entity will dare oppose the Colonel now."
"The more you tighten your grip on chicken, Tarkin, the more chicken grease will slip through your fingers."
"As is to be expected when eating chicken done right! But not after we demonstrate the power and great taste of this chicken. In a way, you have determined the choice of the franchise and planet to be destroyed with KFC's overwhelming taste first. Since you are reluctant to provide us with the location of the Rebel franchise, I have decided to test this station's destructive chicken, having been bathed in flour and filled with 11 herbs and spices, on your home planet-and the Dairy Queen-on Alderaan."
"No...Dairy Queen is peaceful! We serve only ice cream! You can't possibly-"
"You would prefer another target, a culinary target? Then name the franchise!" Tarkin moved closer to her, menacingly. "I grow tired of asking this, so it will be the last time. Where is the Rebel franchise, which claims to have food with better taste?"
Leia looked mournfully at the Dairy Queen floating above Alderaan. "Dairy Queen...Dairy Queen on Dantooine."
"There, you see, Lord Vader? She can be reasonable. No Snackers required, either. Continue with the operation. You may fry the chicken when ready."
"WHAT?"
"A Dairy Queen on Dantooine is too remote to make an effective demonstration of our chicken's flavor, but don't worry-we will deal with your ice cream loving friends soon enough."
"No...!"

The chicken was prepared at astounding speed, laced with herbs and spices, all in the spiciest varieties possible. "Stand by. Stand by."
The KFC Star fired its pieces of chicken by the ton, so hot and flavorful that not even the cold vacuum of space could hope to stop its power and taste. Dairy Queen and the people of Alderaan together found their stomachs exploding....

When the explosion cleared...both were no more....