In the Fur

The Diary of a Wookiee far from Home


Chewbacca is a 200 year old Wookiee who comes from his homeworld of Kashyyyk. He enjoys Wookiee cooking and Starship repair and has a loving family awaiting his return from his trips with long time friend, Han Solo.


Kashyyyk doesn't have snow

On Kashyyyk we don't have snow, it is that simple. I understand that we Wookiee types have our nice thick coats for just such occasions for planets just such as Hoth but I once again must state that I hate the snow. Repairs have been furthered on the ship today and she might even be spaceworthy soon. Today has been very troubling for me. My friend Hansolo returned from his ride out on the snowy tundra and I had to howl at him to aid me in the repairs. I told him that I don't know the exterior workingd like he does and he agreed to help but first he had to go to the command center to talk to the Princess Leiaorgana.

When he returned he was very frustrated and was grumbling something about me kissing the Princess, I am not sure in the slightest of what that may concern but he was frusrtated none the less. We set to work on the ship and Hansolo scolded me for assembling a bit of the ship incorrectly. I growled at him loudly and we began to fight until the golden protocol droid C-3PO arrived looking for Hansolo, while working I listened in on the conversation, eager to know what the commotion was about. It seems Seethreepio was sent by the Princess to inquire about Friend Lukeskywalker. "Princess Leia is wondering about Master Luke. He hasn't come back yet. She doesn't know where he is." The droid stated. To which friend Hansolo responded that he didn't know where Lukeskywalker was either. "Nobody knows where he is." Seethreepio responded matter of factly. This made Hansolo and myself very worried. While Hansolo went to investigate I stayed behind to work on the ship.

When Hansolo did not return for quite awhile I decided to take a short rest and look into where he had gone. It seemed that without me, his trusted compaion and life-debt bearer, he had ventured off into the bitter cold to look for Lukeskywalker who hadn't turned up for sometime. I became angry and was about to throw the deck officer for not alerting me sooner when I decided that if it came to throwing people there were beings higher in rank that I might throw. I set the deck officer down and patted his head in apology and went back to work on the Falcon.

Now it is the night time on Hoth, its temperature has dropped significantly and I worry more and more. Neither Hansolo nor Lukeskywalker have returned from the bitter cold wilderness. I stood at the door for what seemed like hours waiting for a sign from my friends. When the doors had to be closed for night I raised my head and howled in sorry, the Princess Leiaorgana was there and she too worried for my human friends. She is a nice human, although I remeber when we met and she called me a walking carpet and do not recall the memory with constant fondness. She went to her quaters and I to the ship but I cannot sleep, so I journal instead. I will be ready and alert in the morning. Either tonight my life-debt ends and I lose two honor brothers or the show me how adapt and crafty human beings can be.


Home is where the ship is

We've been on Hoth for too long, says my friend and parter Hansolo, he has finally made the decision that we are to leave soon to repay the debt we have accumulated. That is provided that the ship is spaceworthy. It is in great disrepair and I have put many hours into its reconstruction. While I work my good friends Hansolo and Lukeskywalker are marking the terrian. I assume Hansolo is only doing it because of the regret he feels for leaving the Rebels here.

He is to return soon and help me in my repairs, it is not a one Wookiee job and I would wish for the help since sadly no droids can be spared to help me, not a technician. Hansolo also knows the ship much better than myself and would be the better choice for making repairs, for all I know part of the ship could be on fire right now. Nay, part of the ship is on fire.