And The Day After That...
Chewie savagely strapped on his bandoleer, which he had packed to the brim with ammo boxes and grenades. A laser rifle was slung over his back, while a massive blaster hung at his side. His hands here enveloped in protective metal gauntlets. Never in his life had he been so well equipped, and he would need every bit of it for what lay ahead. He picked up his Bowcaster and descended down the ramp, eyes hard with determination. Today he would end it. He would bring the Porg's reign of terror to a close.
Outside, it was calm and peaceful, but Chewbacca had been through too much over the last several days to believe it. He roamed the nearby hills and rocks, searching for his nemeses. Finally, he found a small Porg hiding behind a boulder. He gleefully aimed his weapon at the creature. Just a quick pull of the trigger, and he would have his revenge.
The Porg's eyes stared into his own, filled with bright innocence. After what seemed like an eternity, Chewy signed and lowered his Bowcaster. He couldn't do it, even after everything that had happened, he just could not bring himself to do it. The Porg's eyes shined with gratitude. Then, it let out a loud chirp and looked upward. On pure instinct, Chewie also looked up… just in time for an especially large glob of Porg shit to hit him square in the eyes.
Dropping his weapon, he clawed at his face. Managing to wipe away most of the gunk, he cracked open his left eye just in time to see the flock of Porgs that hit him head on like a battering ram. The force knocked Chewie off his feet and sent him rolling down the hill.
The same two Caretakers who had witnessed his first defeat three days earlier, were pushing a wheelbarrow down the path when a massive rolling hairball hit the cart head on, sweeping it away with him. The Caretakers looked at each other. Things were getting out of hand, they would have to have a very serious discussion with Master Skywalker about this.
Meanwhile, the unfortunate subject of their ire continued to fly down the slope at suicidal speeds. But the universe looks out for her children, and the universe saw fit to provide this particular child with a large boulder to halt his progress; which it did, very successfully. Trembling, Chewie got to his feet, battered, dizzy, and shiteyed. And finally, he lost it.
All the anger, all the frustration of the last few days erupted out of his soul and clawed its way out of his throat in such an explosion of rage that it broke through the language of the Wookiee race and took form in the only way that it could properly be expressed.
On the other side of the Island, Rey's meditation was abruptly shattered by a thundering roar.
"FUCK!"
Rey's eyes snapped open. "Did Chewie just talk?" A Porg, sitting nearby, just smirked.