Because someone needs to pick up the collateral damage slack with no Megas around.
Place: Hangar
Involved: Mostly mechanics.
"Also subordinate #1, Ray Tremblay! Get your white-haired butt over here, dood!"
It'd been a while since Pringer X had overloaded, exploding in a massive fireball that took out a countless number of grunts. Sure, Hero had been playing it off as if it had been an intentional detonation, but he couldn't be a hero with it still in tatters! The basic frame had been rebuilt, and then...the mechanics had kinda lost interest. There was a large cover over the skeletal frame, the missile racks were set, and the cockpit block had been done, but not mounted. Hero let out a sigh. How was he supposed to lead the rest of these losers to victory like this? He'd seen it: The steady decline in soldiers, whether from deaths, betrayals, or simply their contracts with the EDF expiring. Morale was low, and all because Pringer X couldn't deploy to lead everyone to victory! What were those lazy mechanics doing?!
HEY, MECHANIC DOODS! WHAT GIVES?
*points a fin to Pringer X*
FIX IT, DOOD! More missiles, more energy, more armor, more speed! Pringer X needs to lead us all to victory now more than ever, doods!