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"Star Wars Outlaws: Nintendo Switch 2 Fecha de lanzamiento revelada"

Autor : Sarah Actualizar : May 22,2025

Ubisoft ha confirmado que Star Wars: Outlaws llegará a la Nintendo Switch 2 , aunque no será un título de lanzamiento para la nueva consola. Lanzamiento el 4 de septiembre, unos meses después del debut de Nintendo Switch 2 el 5 de junio, los fanáticos tendrán que esperar un poco más para experimentar esta aventura espacial en la nueva computadora de mano.

Para aquellos que aún no han explorado Star Wars: Outlaws en PS5, Xbox o PC, el juego se establece en la línea de tiempo entre "El Empire Strikes Back" y "Return of the Jedi". Sigue el viaje de Kay Vess, una pequeña criminal que se encuentra marcada por la muerte por un poderoso cartel. Nuestro revisor lo calificó con un 7, describiéndolo como "una divertida aventura intergaláctica de atracción con gran exploración, pero obstaculizada por simple sigilo, combate repetitivo y muchos errores en el lanzamiento".

Si bien Ubisoft era ligero en los detalles, confirmaron la llegada del juego al Nintendo Switch 2, lo que nos permitió actualizar la lista Switch 2 Games . Esta noticia se produce como una distracción bienvenida para los jugadores estadounidenses y canadienses actualmente atrapados en el limbo pre-pedido debido a la evaluación de Nintendo de las nuevas tarifas introducidas por la administración republicana.

El anuncio se realizó durante un panel en la celebración de Star Wars en Japón, donde Ubisoft también dio a conocer el segundo paquete de pisos para Star Wars: Outlaws , titulado "A Pirate's Fortune". En este complemento, Kay Vess se aliaba con Hondo Ohnaka para confrontar a Stinger Tash, el líder de los Rokana Raiders. "Star Wars: Outlaws: A Pirate's Fortune" está programado para su lanzamiento el 15 de mayo.

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