This all came from a frame in a comic book. Han was leaning on the co- pilot's chair holding the head sent in his hand, his other hand covered his eyes but tears could be seen streaming down his face. That frame moved me beyond spoken word. So I wrote.

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I was about to walk out of the hanger, when I realized I forgot my lightsaber in the Falcon's lounge. I rolled my eyes at myself and turned around and walked back to the Falcon's ramp. Before walking  up, I paused and listened to someone crying. I walked slowly and quietly up the ramp and followed the sound to the cockpit. My cloak swirled around my feet as I stopped in the door way. I watched Han Solo as he leaned against the co- pilot's chair. He held the head set in his left hand and covered his face with the other. I watched a tear slip between his fingers. I felt my throat tighten. I walked forward, silently, and placed my hand on him shoulder. He dropped the head set and spun around. I saw anger, sadness, and fury in his eyes. I let my impassive mask fall. All the anguish and sorrow I had held since I heard about Chewbacca. I hadn't known him like others had but I knew him in my own way.

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I had been traveling with Master Skywalker to find others with Force ability. I really wasn't having a good day. Luke, Han, and Chewie were in the cockpit, while I was in the lounge trying to meditate. 'Do or Do Not, There is no Try.' I ended up with my head against the table in front of me several times. Around the tenth time, I heard an interrogative rumble from the door leading to the cockpit. I looked up to see Chewie standing in the door way with his head tilted to the side and a questioning look in his face.

I sighed and sat up. Since I didn't know wookie, I could only assume he was wondering why I was smashing my head against the table. I smiled weakly and offered him a seat, which he took.

"You wanna know why I'm denting your table, right?" I asked bluntly. He shrugged and nodded, implying I was more or less right. "Well, my day hasn't made me very happy." 'There is no emotion, only peace.' "When I began training, I left everyone I knew. My family, friends, everything. I found out that my home and the city it was in was wiped out by a band of pirates. Everything, everyone, gone, vaporized. I have nothing left." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. The wookie growled softly and pointed at my lightsaber, that was on the table across from me. I picked it up and held it in my hand.

"This doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does." The tears fell without my permission. Chewie laid a massive, furry arm over my shoulders and pulled me to him. He held me as I cried. I hugged his arm, tightly. I didn't even notice Master Skywalker come into the lounge. When I did, he was standing off to Chewie's left. He looked confused, concerned, and worried all at the same time. Chewie turned to him and said a very long statement. Luke's face filled with understanding.

"I'm sorry." was all he said but I heard the pain in his voice as he flashed to the past. I couldn't answer. I made an attempt to look composed before him, but being held by a wookie with tears streaming down your face, it's very hard to look composed. I just nodded to him. Luke turned and walked back into the cockpit. Chewie got up to follow him. I jumped up and hugged him around the chest, which was as far as I could reach.

"Thank you." I said, looking into his eyes. He nodded and gave me a quick smile, before disappearing into the cockpit. I was able to meditate the rest of the trip.

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Han looked at me in surprise now as I hugged him. We stood there for a second, I was holding him, he was standing there is shock. After a second, he hugged back.

"Han, Chewie loved you and you should know that." I said. It took a moment, but I heard him crying. I cried with him.