So it looks like the only Chewbacca scene in First Order captivity I’ll be able to include is the interrogation one. I’m pushing the reveal that he is still alive until Rey senses it. Here is how the scene is looking thus far. Besides some slight changes, the only thing I wrote myself was the final memory. It comes straight out of a comic:
Before Kylo Ren went down the Kijimi’s surface to find the girl, he had some unfinished business to attend to. He stopped before the door of Interrogation Six, rallying his thoughts. He had all the power now, he reminded himself. The Wookie was his past. He meant nothing to him.
Kylo opened the door. Chewbacca was shackled to the wall. He stepped inside and removed the mask from his head. The Wookie met his eyes, undaunted.
“I have not forgotten that you shot me,” Kylo said.
That wound had resulted in a defeat at Rey’s hands. Had he been in top fighting form, the scavenger never would have gotten the best of him. It had nothing to do with being unbalanced like Snoke had said, he assured himself.
With a wave of Kylo’s hand, Chewbacca’s shackles opened and clanked to the floor. He removed the lightsaber from his belt. Dropped it to the ground.
“Kill me,” Kylo taunted. “I am defenseless. Now’s your chance. Have your revenge for Han Solo.”
Chewbacca had never been stupid, and so he made no move. But he growled, dark and low.
“Feel that?” Kylo continued. “It makes you feel alive, doesn’t it? That burning. The dark side. It makes you powerful. You understand that. The scavenger will understand it, too.”
He sensed a stab of fear from the Wookie, on Rey’s behalf. Kylo smiled, for he’d just been given his way in. Chewbacca loved the girl. In time, he would love her as much as he’d loved Han Solo. The way he’d never really loved Ben.
Kylo’s voice crackled with rage. “What was her mission? Where is she going? Give me the answer… or I’ll take it myself.”
It should have been satisfying to watch Chewbacca wince in fear. Kylo should have felt pleasure in reaching out with the Force, inserting himself into the Wookie’s mind, searching through his memories and thoughts.
Instead, it was exhausting. He saw flashes of the Wookie laughing with a much younger Han Solo than he himself remembered. Felt Chewbacca’s joy when his best friend married the woman he’d come to love like a sister. Saw the Wookie cuddling a human toddler, teaching an older boy to fly a speeder, target practice with a young man, their blasters set on stun against a haphazard dummy made of rocks.
Uncle Chewie, he’d called him back then.
The next memory he saw exhausted him the most. Chewbacca was aiming his bowcaster at a man dressed in black, standing alone on a thin bridge over an endless abyss. His sights were directly over the man’s head. He could feel the Wookie’s overwhelming desire for vengeance. But then the memories of the boy flashed before him again in an instant. Chewbacca instead lowered his bowcaster to the man’s abdomen and fired.
Nausea rolled around in the pit of Kylo’s stomach when he finally walked away from Interrogation Six. He’d gotten what he wanted. Surely the sense of triumph would soon follow?
