As you probably know, wookies are incapable of speaking most languages other than their own due to physiological limitations, although they are perfectly capable of learning to understand almost any language. What you may not know, is that they can read or write almost any language as well. Chewbacca, in fact, is quite a gifted writer in both basic and his native tongue. The following is a letter Chewbacca wrote to Han Solo shortly after his engagement to the Princess Leia Organa, intercepted by the Crossover Police because of an inappropriate reference in the third paragraph.
Dear Han,
How do I express what I'm feeling right now? It seems as if it was only yesterday that you came blasting into my life, eyes shining and blaster firing. When we met, I had already lived far longer than you could possibly hope to. Yet when I try to remember what it was like before I knew you... I'd have better odds of beating a gundark in a fifty-meter dash. I feel as though I've always been aboard the falcon with you, traveling the galaxy, skirting the authorities and of course, all the people we've cheated, beaten, and humiliated. The idea that I may never have the wonderful knowledge that there's no one but the two of us for light years around is sad and frightening.
You've assured me over and over that marriage won't change you; that you'll always be the scoundrel you always have been, but let's not kid ourselves. I know how you are... it won't take long for little Han Jr. to come along, and I imagine there'll be at least a couple more. I have to face the possibility of our life together being over. I just hope that I'll get to feel your fingers in my fur a few more times before the big day comes.
Ever since Leia appeared in the detention center back on the Death Star, I've tried to pass my jealousy of her off as concern for my duty to you. I owe you a life debt, as I will until my own or your death. But I realize now that it's more than that. Like a Tribble migration, my feelings for you have grown to the point where there's only one word that could possibly describe it-Reooourgghh! I owe you my life, but I give you my heart.
I know it's too late for that now. You're happier with Leia than I've ever seen you, so you have my blessing. I therefore accept your invitation to be best man. I will take the part gladly, although it won't be easy.
These past few years have been incredible; I'll never forget them, and I hope you don't either. Perhaps I'll take a trip back to my home this next Life Day-pay a visit to the old hunting grounds, spend some time with my family. Luke's been pretty upset too, since Endor. Maybe he needs a companion. He doesn't have your rugged charm, but there's a certain cute naivete I like about him. What do you think; a jedi and a wookie like me?
Sincerely yours,
Chewbacca
Dear Han,
How do I express what I'm feeling right now? It seems as if it was only yesterday that you came blasting into my life, eyes shining and blaster firing. When we met, I had already lived far longer than you could possibly hope to. Yet when I try to remember what it was like before I knew you... I'd have better odds of beating a gundark in a fifty-meter dash. I feel as though I've always been aboard the falcon with you, traveling the galaxy, skirting the authorities and of course, all the people we've cheated, beaten, and humiliated. The idea that I may never have the wonderful knowledge that there's no one but the two of us for light years around is sad and frightening.
You've assured me over and over that marriage won't change you; that you'll always be the scoundrel you always have been, but let's not kid ourselves. I know how you are... it won't take long for little Han Jr. to come along, and I imagine there'll be at least a couple more. I have to face the possibility of our life together being over. I just hope that I'll get to feel your fingers in my fur a few more times before the big day comes.
Ever since Leia appeared in the detention center back on the Death Star, I've tried to pass my jealousy of her off as concern for my duty to you. I owe you a life debt, as I will until my own or your death. But I realize now that it's more than that. Like a Tribble migration, my feelings for you have grown to the point where there's only one word that could possibly describe it-Reooourgghh! I owe you my life, but I give you my heart.
I know it's too late for that now. You're happier with Leia than I've ever seen you, so you have my blessing. I therefore accept your invitation to be best man. I will take the part gladly, although it won't be easy.
These past few years have been incredible; I'll never forget them, and I hope you don't either. Perhaps I'll take a trip back to my home this next Life Day-pay a visit to the old hunting grounds, spend some time with my family. Luke's been pretty upset too, since Endor. Maybe he needs a companion. He doesn't have your rugged charm, but there's a certain cute naivete I like about him. What do you think; a jedi and a wookie like me?
Sincerely yours,
Chewbacca