Featured GAME [Interactive Comic] Old Republic Paint Adventures

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Now let's stay on target here.

That's my cue.

Generally, it tends to get less confusing the more updates pass you by.

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You decide to ENGAGE in SMALL TALK with the LOVECRAFTIAN ELEMENT of this COMIC. Because that makes sense!



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Not the very TALKATIVE SORT, apparently. He reminds you of DOOP.



You're definitely just stalling until you FIGURE out a PLAN of ESCAPE RETREAT, right?

SITH LORDS don't FLEE! They only RETREAT.



NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.



Meanwhile, back where you left the REMAINS of your SQUAD...

You are now RATCHET, MANDALORIAN PILOT and MECHANIC SUPREME. You are now subject to POINTLESS BICKERING and COMPANION BANTER that you cannot SKIP for some reason.

Also featuring: that EPISODE V THROWBACK that NO ONE ASKED FOR in a COMIC that has NO REASON to EXIST for this long.



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Huh...? This place has been CLEAR of HOSTILITIES for SEVERAL MINUTES ALREADY. The RESPAWN RATE isn't that HIGH!



Suddenly, your LOBSTERY CHILDHOOD FRIEND surges into the frame SHOUTING: "RETREAT!"



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A MOMENT of SILENCE for the IMPERIAL WAR EFFORT.



You are now MISSY, the PRISSY CHISS SCIENTIST LADY. You have CRASH LANDED on a PLANET once again after SELFISHLY FORGOING the PLAN to pursue your own WHIMS. Yep. It's DANTOOINE all over AGAIN. At least this time, you're looking for SOMETHING more TANGIBLE. Or someone, that is.

That's right! DARTH SABER is CONVENIENTLY SOMEWHERE around here, in the WRECKED CITY of CORONET, and you've RISKED the valued life of your NEW COMPANIONS to BRING HIM back to the MAIN PLOT.

In front of you is the MANGLED CORPSE of an IMPERIAL, crushed beyond saving by your NOW-DERELICT VESSEL. You also see some RANDOM CRATES with MILITARY STUFF on them. Due to your SCIENTIFIC EXPERTISE, you recognize that it's probably a COMMUNICATIONS DEVICE used by the IMPERIALS.

What do you do?

 

You decide to CHECK for LIFE SIGNS once again for the TWO SURVIVORS who actually survived the CRASH.

It looks like the TWI'LEK is dead due to SEVERE HEAD TRAUMA. Considering that you never really liked her that much to begin with, her death BARELY affects your CONSCIENCE. In the end, she was just a CALLOUS, COLD-HEARTED MERC. Something you could possibly become yourself in the FUTURE.



On the other hand, it looks like TINK also didn't make it. Even though she's literally wearing one of the HEAVIEST, THICKEST HELMETS in the ENTIRE GAME.

Guess nothing really trumps your PLOT ARMOR.



No, wait. It looks like you can feel some FAINT LIFE SIGNS coming from TINK! Her helmet apparently saved her from the LANDING after all!

It also looks like the AUTHOR is an INDECISIVE DICK.



You decide to do the SENSIBLE THING and LOOT TINK instead of attempting to REVIVE HER. After all, you're not a DOCTOR, you're a SCIENTIST. A scientist who once dabbled in GENETICS and BIOCHEMISTRY, but definitely NOT a LOWLY PRACTICED DOCTOR. That was just BENEATH YOU.

You gain TROOPER'S HELMET. You consider the possibility of LEAVING TINK alone at the crash site and have the REPUBLIC save her. After all, you've always been at your BEST when working alone. On the other hand, you've always been at your most COURAGEOUS with a GROUP of UNDERLINGS to support you.



You approach to LOOT the SHIP'S NEWEST HOOD ORNAMENT, an IMPERIAL SOLDIER. Namely, his BOOTS.

This proves ultimately futile, as the SOLDIER has become ONE with the SHIP.



No rainbows here, though. Just smoke and fire.



You take the ASSAULT RIFLE resting near the CRATES only to realize that it's a very basic and frankly UNDERWHELMING model. Who uses M-400s these days? Seriously, they're SO LAST YEAR.

Never mind the fact that ASCENDANCY PISTOLS are literally the WORST THING EVER, you never miss out on a chance to VERBALLY DEMOLISH INFERIOR TECH. That's why you've made some SPECIAL MODIFICATIONS yourself for YOUR GEAR.



KRIFFING HELL! This COMMUNICATIONS DEVICE belongs in a MUSEUM. Next thing you'll find out SITH LORDS still use DUNGEONS to hold their TORTURING ROOMS.

Which brings you to the point of why you came to this INFERNAL BATTLEGROUND in the FIRST PLACE.



FINDING DAR--

WAIT. You've just experienced a TRUE CRISIS. You've started HOARDING LOOT without having any MANSERVANTS to CARRY it for you. This is UNFORTUNATE.

You have a SUDDEN URGE to CONTEMPLATE your EXISTENCE and how low it's fallen over the past year.



You SIT upon a LEDGE on the other side of the SHIP and GAZE OUT across the WARTORN BATTLEMENTS below. BLASTER FIRE and EXPLOSIONS are heard echoing across the CITY.

You turn to your ANTIQUE COMMUNICATIONS DEVICE and listen to the MONOTONE HUM of STATIC as a VOICE starts breaking through.



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A different, more PANICKED VOICE joins the CONVERSATION.



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The LIGHTS fade in the DISTANCE.

STATIC returns to the COMMUNICATIONS DEVICE and soon dissipates into COMPLETE STILLNESS.



No, the AUTHOR is not RESORTING to any SILENCE PUNS. We've had QUITE ENOUGH of those ALREADY.



You take a LOOK at the DEVICE and realize that you're going to need a plan to find SABER as fast as you can, forcibly extract him if need be, and get out of here in a spectacular fashion. You can attempt to MAKE CONTACT with the IMPERIAL SURVIVORS, SNEAK your WAY through the city MASQUERADING as EITHER SIDE of the battle, or something ENTIRELY ELSE that you had in mind.

You will also need to decide the fate of TINK.

What do you do?