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The hut of Chief Chirpa was large, by Ewok standards—though Chewbacca,sitting cross-legged, nearly scraped the ceiling with his head. The Wookiee hunchedalong one side of the dwelling with his Rebel comrades, while the Chief and tenElders sat on the other side facing them. In the center, between the two groups, asmall fire warmed the night air, casting ephemeral shadows on the earthen walls. Outside, the entire village awaited the decisions this council would arrive at. Itwas a pensive, clear night, charged with high moment. Though it was quite late, notan Ewok slept. Inside, Threepio was speaking. Positive and negative feedback loops hadalready substantially increased his fluency in this squeaky language; he was now inthe midst of an animated history of the Galactic Civil War—replete with pantomime,elocution, explosive sound effects, and editorial commentary. He even mimicked anImperial walker at one point.