Han Solo gave Chewbacca a steely-eyed sidelong glare. “Chewie,” he said slowly in a strained tone, as he kept his hands gripped tightly on the Millennium Falcon’s main console. “I thought you said you fixed the hyperdrive.” Han spat out the word “fixed” like a curse.
The wookiee tried to meet and hold his partner’s gaze, but couldn’t. He did manage to mumble out a few growls and grunts.
Han’s eyes widened. “Sorta?“ Then they narrowed. “What do you mean sorta fixed? Listen furball, there’s only two states that our hyperdrive can be in, either fixed or broken. Which is it?”
Chewbacca sighed in a rumbling, exasperated fashion, his massive shoulders slumping in resignation before answering Han. The human smuggler listened to the lengthy explanation silently before sighing as he slumped into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“So let me get this straight. You couldn’t fix the hyperdrive because you didn’t have all the parts. So you traded for a new hyperdrive with someone named Zaphod Beeblebrox. No… Not a hyperdrive, but some sort of new faster drive? What did you call it? An “infinite improbability drive”? Does that sound about right?”
The wookie nodded with an affirmative grunt.
“Great, just great. So now we’re stuck with a busted hyperdrive, a working whatever drive, and no real clue on how to get back to Republic space.” Han kicked a panel underneath the main control console in frustration. “We’re fracked! Totally fracked!”
Chewbacca turned on the forward monitor and pointed at the brightly colored planet right in front of them as he spoke to his brooding co-pilot.
Han threw up his hands up. “Fine, fine!” he said in a sour tone. “We’ll go down to the candy-colored planet and see if we can’t get some help. It’s not like this day can get any worse, right?” Then he grinned viciously at Chewie. “But when we finally do get home, you’re the one who’s going to explain to Leia why we’re so late getting back to Corsucant.”