Featured GAME [Interactive Comic] Old Republic Paint Adventures

You check the corpses of the TRANDOSHANS quite THOROUGHLY only to find them STRIPPED of ALL WORTHY BELONGINGS. Even the BOOZE is GONE! You do, however, find an IMPORTANT CLUE. These TRANDOSHANS once had MOOF MILK in their POSSESSION; it seems their KILLER is an AVID MOOF-MILKER!



TWO CHARACTERS now EMERGE, yet they emerge almost as ONE ENTITY. RATCHET is the ONLY ONE to TURN AROUND and recognize the POWER DUO as GENERAL FUX, CONQUEROR of DANTOOINE, and his LEGENDARY CAT, MILLICENT, PILLAGER of SITH ASHTRAYS!

SABER spoke OFTEN about his PATRIOTIC BUDDY from the MILITARY. GENERAL FUX'S REPUTATION obviously PRECEDES him.



You try to REFLEXIVELY ARM yourself only to discover that you've TRADED a SEMI-FUNCTIONING LIGHTSABER for a COMPLETELY MALFUNCTIONING ONE.

"What a PIECE of JUNK!"

It's like you've TAKEN it from RUST LEGIONNAIRES or SOMETHING... Oh wait, you KINDA DID. Well done, DOOP!



GENERAL FUX is now PROTECTED by some INCOMPREHENSIBLE MANNER of DEFENSIVE AURA.

RATCHET: "Have you seen SABER?"
FUX: "Darth Saber has been taken captive by the depraved owner of this establishment."
RATCHET: "I KNOW! But where is he?"
FUX: "They've taken him to an arena; where he will fight to the DEATH."

FUX explains that he OWES SABER a FAVOR and that his FORCES are STRETCHED THIN at the MOMENT. He wants to ENLIST your AID with FULL REIMBURSEMENT for your SERVICES.



"If you but SAVE SABER from the ARENA, I shall relinquish my CLAIM on a SECRET IMPERIAL CODE, designed to OPEN a cache of considerable WEALTH on DANTOOINE that we've... liberated from the local populace."

BUT there's a CATCH! FUX explains that if you DO decide to PURSUE the CACHE, you will no doubt come to BLOWS with the RESISTANCE FORCES gathering on the PLANET.

Do you take up General Fux's offer?

 

Let's FACE IT, the OFFER was PRETTY MUCH a RHETORICAL QUESTION for a MAN of your PARTICULAR VIEWS, but it's always NICE to have the ILLUSION of CHOICE, at least.



You SEAL the DEAL with an EXTREMELY MANLY BRO-FIST. RATCHET thinks you're all BEING IDIOTS for WASTING PRECIOUS TIME on such PALTRY GESTURES.



GENERAL FUX is ESPECIALLY HYGIENIC and therefore not really your standard HANDSHAKE GUY... or BRO-FIST GUY, for that matter. "You, sir, are one DISQUIETINGLY UNCLEAN INDIVIDUAL; and what a FOUL EXPERIENCE that whole gesture for me was."

He'll be BATHING in HAND SANITIZER before the DAY is DONE, for sure!



With the DEAL made, you decide to VENTURE to the RIGHT because the TUNNEL to your LEFT is PROTECTED by a PLOT FIELD, the FORCE FIELD'S INVISIBLE and rather OBNOXIOUS COUSIN.



You ARRIVE to the AFTERMATH of what must have been a MYTHICAL BATTLE fought between GRABBA'S GOONS and CANCEROUS' MINIONS. Unfortunately, you do not arrive ALONE.

RUSTIN COAL, LEADER of the RUST LEGION (what's left of them, anyway) makes his DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!



You're not quite sure what's bound to HAPPEN here; and you have a FEELING that RUSTIN shares your EXACT SENTIMENTS. SOMETHING is DEFINITELY about to OCCUR SOON and we're about to SEE which way is this GOING to GO.

What do you do?

 

You, being the MANLY SWINDLER that you are, cannot FATHOM the HUMILITY of ASKING for EXTRA AID.

You begin CITING the MANY SEGMENTS of the TOYDARIAN CODE that SPECIFICALLY FORBID the DIVISION of PROFIT. WHATEVER lies on your WAY to SABER shall NOT be DENIED to you! MARTY HART would want for RUSTIN to ABIDE by this COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE and NOT MADE UP SET of RULES!

RUSTIN'S FACE DISTORTS at the MERE MENTION of that NAME and it's APPARENTLY the ONLY THING that will BREAK his SILENCE.



"Some ANGRY WOMAN is CAUSING a RUCKUS down below. By all means, go ahead; I'm TIRED of this SH*T."

And just like that... he LEAVES.



Well... THAT was UNUSUALLY EASY. Something is CLEARLY WRONG here. Maybe you should WAIT for a couple of MINUTES instead of RECKLESSLY CHARGING AHEAD.



You DECIDE to RECKLESSLY CHARGE AHEAD.



You now REACH... DARTH FREAKIN' SABER!?

RATCHET recognizes her SHIP'S ROOMMATE! UNCONSCIOUS, but ALIVE! In the HANDS of an ARMORED DAME oddly REMINISCENT of THE FLUKE. THE ARMORED DAME doesn't RECOGNIZE ANY of YOU! Maybe you should have BROUGHT THE FLUKE along?

You'll have to CONVINCE her of your GOOD INTENTIONS in SOME WAY. But hang on, wasn't she in the ARENA of DEATH with SABER all this time?



Let's JUST SAY that THE QUIRK is NOT to be TRIFLED WITH.



SWEET DISPOSABLE SCHMUCKS of GENERAL FUX! WHAT the HELL is THAT THING!?



It's KILL-O-TRON 5001! And he's HUNGRY for MORTAL BLOOD! You know, LIKE ANY OTHER ROBOT! SUDDENLY, THE QUIRK is ENTERTAINING the NOTION of an ALLIANCE.

What do you do?