Featured GAME [Interactive Comic] Old Republic Paint Adventures

The general idea was to create a stark difference between how the upper levels of Coruscant were depicted, as opposed to the lower ones. Since I got neither the time or the resources for a detailed visual contrast: I decided to utilize the universal language of this comic, which is humor, to depict that contrast. Mind you, this is probably the most depraved we'll probably go with the comic. Mostly because it's the very edge of our PG-13 rating, and more importantly because there is simply no reason to go beyond it. It's just here to make you think: "Wow. Chapter 14 and Chapter 15 are so different in tone when compared back-to-back."

Overall, Act II just has so many things going on that I often need to consider some economic solutions like the one above, lest the plot becomes utterly convoluted by the end of it. The latter three Acts will likely have a more streamlined storyline. We'll see.

You ASK for PERMISSION from COMMON LOWLIFE SCUM if you could SECLUDE YOURSELF from their BARBARISM to read some STIMULATING BOOKS, because you're just so POLITE like that.



BEAT RIDER: "This is a free ship, dude."
MISSY: "I am not your dude, chum."
BEAT RIDER: "Well, I am not your chum, miss. Just go and pick any book you like. We literally couldn't care less."
MISSY: "And what's with the other one? What is he, a mute?"
BEAT RIDER: "That's Krome. He doesn't talk much."

KROME lets loose a RASPY GROWL.

MISSY: "Well, someone ought to tell Krome that his armor could use a good scrubbing. That thing looks woefully outdated."
BEAT RIDER: "He's a Rust Legionnaire, miss. That's literally how they're supposed to look like."
MISSY: "Why isn't he with the rest of his... corroded deviants?"
BEAT RIDER: "He figured the Imps could pay him more for his services."

KROME growls yet again.

BEAT RIDER: "Oh, and apparently he likes the irony of an army deserter getting paid by the same Empire to do his former job."
MISSY: "How ridiculously greedy! I think I've heard enough here."



You are now IN FRONT of an ENTIRE COLLECTION of ANTIQUE DATAPADS, because this is YE OLDE REPUBLIC. Things are MEANT to be PRETENTIOUSLY OLD-FASHIONED. Even if they make ZERO SENSE whatsoever!



I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A SCIENTIST LIBRARIAN.
I STUDIED VESSELS IMPERIAL, REPUBLIC AND CORELLIAN.

I'M VERY WELL ACQUAINTED, TOO, WITH MATTERS MATHEMATICAL.
I UNDERSTAND EQUATIONS, BOTH THE SIMPLE AND QUADRATICAL.

MY MANNERISM STUDIES RANGE FROM CIVIL TO BARBARIAN.
I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A SCIENTIST LIBRARIAN.

*cough*



WAIT a MINUTE. This PURPLE BOOK is not the kind of STIMULATING you were LOOKING FOR. This PURPLE BOOK'S TITLE is LITERALLY "How to Properly Eat Lobster"! You ALREADY know this!

...at least the ILLUSTRATIONS are NICE.



CURSES! BAMBOOZLED AGAIN!



You DECIDE to ENTER the BATHROOM... by CRAWLING through the VENTILATION SHAFT.

Let it NOT be SAID that you aren't WILLING to GET the JOB DONE! Even if it MEANS getting your ARMOR DIRTY every now and then!



GROSS! Everything here is SO DUSTY! This was a BAD IDEA. This was a TERRIBLE IDEA. This was an IDEA that was COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY.

ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!



TOO LATE.



You are now ON THE OTHER SIDE.

In all respects, this BATHROOM is in an ACTUALLY PRISTINE CONDITION compared to MOST in VESSELS like these.



You are now facing the MIRROR. You know what you have to do.

You've picked this TRANSPORT for the SINGULAR PURPOSE of HIJACKING IT during its VOYAGE and REROUTING its COURSE from ARKANIS to CORELLIA. This was the VESSEL with the least number of CREW MATES. Not counting the RUST LEGIONNAIRE and BEAT RIDER outside, you're sharing it with: TWI'LEK SIBLING MERCENARIES (a PILOT and an ASSASSIN), an INEXPERIENCED MIRIALAN SLICER, and some GRIZZLED GUY currently occupying the BATHROOM STALL. You ASSUME the SIBLINGS are in the COCKPIT, and the SLICER is in the LOUNGE.

What is your plan?