Featured GAME [Interactive Comic] Old Republic Paint Adventures

Only if you're an Organa.

Nothing drastic like that, nope! I appreciate the humorous notion, however.

I think I would feel somewhat petty on disliking someone simply because they talk too much. Hell, I can't even convincingly state that I outright hate my aunt for the things she's done - and she's done plenty to tarnish my good will this year.

Without going too much into it, the gist of it is: every time I had a problem in 2016 (almost every single comic hiatus of up-to four days), it was indirectly connected to dealing with my aunt's misguided vendetta against the paternal side of my family without having an actual spine to even do it directly, instead opting to blackmail via an eighty-year-old grandma, who frankly has earned her rest twice over. Needless to say, she got what she wanted - but since we had the moral high ground, the aunt couldn't use that to paint a bad picture about us and was forced to keep her mouth shut.

Nope - that wasn't good enough for her - she just wanted to argue and cause a scene when I came for a docile visit, despite all the crap she's done to detriment my life. Then she had the gall to attempt to bring me to join her side of a frankly ridiculous matter and by that point the smartest thing a person could have done was walk away. Which I did.

Haven't slept this good since February.

AFTER PROCESSING the REVELATION for an UNNATURALLY LONG TIME, since you are an OLDER MODEL, AFTER ALL... you DECIDE to SHOUT from the BOTTOM of your VOCABULATOR like some MANNER of a FLESHY MEATBAG.

DISGUSTING.

The COMPLAINTS from the NOBLES of DANTOOINE grow EVEN MORE HEATED as their FEUD STARTS to MUTE OUT all other SOUND SOURCES. Their WORDS and PETTY INSULTS STEADILY BLUR TOGETHER to FORM...



AN UNEXPECTED FART JOKE. Because it's the END of the ACT, DAMMIT!



You SUCCESSFULLY DRAAAAAW them AWAY with your CLAAAAAW!

THEY'RE RUINING YOUR HAPPY MOMENT. We can't have that.



You are now A HERO and the LOCAL FAVORITE of this SMALL, HUMBLE REFUGEE CAMP that is TOTALLY NOT a FILLER DESIGNED to ADD PADDING so the AUTHOR can RENDER some SUPER SECRET AWESOME ACT TWO STUFF, NOPE!

MEANWHILE, IN the *OTHER* POINTLESS BICKERING CAMP...



THE BAND is HAVING a DEEP PHILOSOPHICAL CONVERSATION. Peacefully.

UNFORTUNATELY, It is INTERRUPTED by the BEEPING of SOMEONE'S SPACE PHONE.

It's COLUMBO! I WONDER WHY he's GIVING US a CALL at this MOMENT!? Maybe he's DECIDED to FINALLY get the PLOT GOING!



YEP. THE BAND CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD ALL THAT.



DOOP UNCEREMONIOUSLY FORGETS to RETRIEVE his ONLY FUNCTIONING LIGHTSABER because WE GOTTA GO FAST!



EVERYONE'S HERE NOW. EVEN the INITIALIZER! This is PROBABLY the MOST EXCITING DAY on the JOB of SAFEGUARDING the VAULT for this UPSTANDING IMPERIAL TROOPER.



MISSY POLITELY GREETS COLUMBO because she's the ONLY ONE HERE with SOMETHING even LOOSELY RESEMBLING MANNERS.



"AHLAN!"



"NURIK!"



"MISSY?"



"SABER?"



"DOOP!"



Actually, a PRETTY GOOD POINT.



COLUMBO SUFFERS MYNOCK PTSD.

It's SUPER EFFECTIVE.



MISSY: "Columbo? Why are there people at the entrance to the Vault?"
COLUMBO: "This is a refugee camp."
MISSY: "And you failed to mention this when?"
COLUMBO: "There's a far more important revelation concerning to vault, Miss!"
RATCHET: "Oh, please don't tell me that it's empty!"

COLUMBO: "No. No. Nothing like that."
SABER: "Well, spit it out then!"
COLUMBO: "THE MISTRESS IS HERE!"
SABER: "Yeah, she's standing next to me."
COLUMBO: "Not Missy. Kestrel!"

DOOP: "Wait, wait, say that again?"
COLUMBO: "Kestrel. My original owner. I was her ship droid."

RATCHET: "Doop?"



DOOP'S GONE TO A SPECIAL PLACE. A HAPPY PLACE.

"DOOP!?"



NO VOICES CAN REACH HIM NOW.

It's TIME to COLLECT SOME BOUNTIES!

DOOP: "LEAD THE WAY, COLUMBUS!"
COLUMBO: "It's actually *Columbo*, for your information."
DOOP: "WHATEVER, COLUMBINA! TAKE ME INSIDE THE VAULT."

NOT ONLY WILL YOU COLLECT the MONEY for FREEING SABER from GRABBA'S PALACE, but you will ALSO be COLLECTING a TEN MILLION SUM for CAPTURING the WANTED FUGITIVE KNOWN as KESTREL! LIFE IS GOOD.



USING the PASS CODE transmitted by GENERAL FUX, you manage to OPEN the WAY to the VAULT.

THIS IS IT. You have REACHED the END of YOUR JOURNEY. From NAR SHADDAA the ROAD HAS TAKEN YOU, through a PATH of SELF-DISCOVERY and ALL THAT "HERO'S JOURNEY" bantha poodoo. You now FINALLY FIND YOURSELF STANDING FACE-TO-FACE with the SWEET BUCKS of GENERAL FUX and the HUMONGOUS CACHE (CASH) that MOST ASSUREDLY AWAITS YOU.

SABER: "So, uh..."

SABER: "What do we do?"