Featured GAME [Interactive Comic] Old Republic Paint Adventures

FIRST THINGS FIRST, there is some UNFINISHED BUSINESS to DISCUSS with your TRAITOROUS PARTNER: the KINDLIEST SITH ALIVE.

YOUR COMMUNICATOR is PICKING UP NO SIGNAL.

WHY, it's as if the GALAXY doesn't REVOLVE AROUND YOU, DOOP SKYCHAFER! Something must be done to RECTIFY THIS.



DOOP: "Pick up the communicator, you mentally deficient piece of Marka Ragnos' refuse stuffed into a poor excuse of a Sith Lord! We're on a very tight schedule here!"
NARLOCK: "Sir? Are you trying to contact a Sith?"
DOOP: "That's funny, because you do not know this guy. That dead robot over there is a bigger Sith than him."

[SABER]: "This is his supreme excellence on the line."
DOOP: "Well, can the supreme excellence tell me why he decided to so heroically leave me for dead?"
[SABER]: "You're not really the boss of me, Doop. No one is. I'm a free man."
[MISSY]: "Saber? Come help me open this holocron, will you?"
[SABER]: "Whatever you want, Red."

Oh, boy. SHOULD you TELL HIM?



DOOP: "The hell is that?"
[SABER]: "That's Red, our new ally."
[MISSY]: "Actually, I prefer Missy."
DOOP: "I don't care what you'd prefer. Whilst you're busy playing "whip the boy" with Saber, I woke up from an actual whipping! By droids! Who are now mysteriously shut down!"

[RATCHET]: "Oh... you can thank Saber for that one."
DOOP: "Yeah, that's never going to happen. And who the hell gave you permission to leave the docks!?"
[RATCHET]: "You were in no condition to make any decisions. We acted by our guts."
[MISSY]: "Just sit tight. Imperial help is on the way."

NARLOCK: "I beg your pardon, sir!?"
DOOP: "You're breaking up. Lots of static there. Yep. Can't understand a word you're saying."



After SUCCESSFULLY DODGING a BULLET, you DECIDE to TAKE the RECREATIONAL TOOLS of the SITH with you for... RESEARCH. Yeah, that's it! SCIENTIFIC STUDY! ACADEMIC PURPOSES!

*cough*



You ORDER NARLOCK to PROVE his WORTH by taking the JUN BLAND EXIT from BAR BAR DRINKS whilst you take the DOOR like a NORMAL KRIFFING PERSON. You also mention that, should any DANGER befall you, he is to WARN you with an ICONIC LINE RESTRICTED to his GUMBO-FOOD RACE.

COMMANDER NARLOCK is starting to get SLIGHTLY SUSPICIOUS of YOU. He seems to BELIEVE that you're NOT ALL THERE. On the other hand, you DON'T TRUST the GUY YOURSELF. Then again, you *ARE* DOOP SKYCHAFER. You don't trust ANYONE. NOT EVEN YOURSELF!



NONETHELESS, COMMANDER NARLOCK is still WILLING to FOLLOW YOUR LEAD. FOR THE REPUBLIC!



Before LEAVING the QUEST PUB behind you, you DECIDE to DO SOMETHING you should have DONE TEN FREAKING CHAPTERS AGO. I MEAN, COME ON, the BLASTED POSTERS were AROUND for SO LONG and your GREEDY ASS IGNORED them EVERY SINGLE TIME.



DOESN'T THE PROSPECT OF EARNING TWENTY MILLION CREDITS SOUND SALIVATING TO YOUR COVETOUS TOYDARIAN MIND!?

With this CHOICE, you BEGIN your LONGTERM MISSION to FIND the TWO OUTLAWS and CLAIM your EPIC PRIZE. After all, some TWO-BIT OUTLAWS are NO MATCH for a KRIFFING JEDI KNIGHT like YOURSELF, RIGHT?



You are now OUTSIDE BAR BAR DRINKS where a CANCER of GUNGANS has MANIFESTED. If SABER never DEALT with the SECRET WIRE DROIDS, you would have FACED a RELENTLESS HORDE of WELL-COORDINATED DROIDS which would have PROMPTED you to RUN for your LIFE.

However, in THIS SCENARIO, with your FAITHFUL COMPANION, you have a FIGHTING CHANCE!



OR NOT.



COMMANDER NARLOCK starts to SPAZZ OUT for NO FORCE-DAMNED REASON.

"Vi- vi victory or victory or no- victory or nothing."

"Victory or nothing!"

What do you do?