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Chandrila, Yesterday

Jerre Kraot—one time hero, ace combat pilot, crack shot, and smuggler, current entrepreneur, husband, and father of three—awoke to find himself on the floor. Even to his own years, his groan sounded pitiful and weak. He could not open his eyes no matter how hard he tried, and his nostrils were inundated by the acrid smoke. A high-pitched ringing sounded in his ears, and he dully realized he was concussed.

How? What had happened? They had all been in the kitchen, cooking a scrumptious roast to commemorate his and Cedonia’s eighth-year anniversary. Alan—carefully supervised by his nanny droid—had been cutting some carrots and apples. Mark was playing his music box intently, listening to the chime-like notes as though they were the most beautiful things in the galaxy. Cedonia had been cradling their daughter Juunie.

Everyone had been so happy, so animated; joking and playing and singing. And then the crash of glass; something hurtled through his window at a high speed. He was thrown off his feet, hit his head against something round and hard, and his lights had gone out.

Seriously, i don’t even know how Risha is surprised anymore. That line was vintage Zed. But wait - it gets better!

i have a lot of feelings about seeing another filipina/southeast asian on critical role last night ESPECIALLY because everyone was so loving and supportive