Not just forgetful! Honest, dood!
"Work, dood! Work!"
"It's no good, dood...there's no power flowing at all..."
"How are we supposed to get back in the spotlight if this stupid thing won't move, dood? <3"
[The three prinnies can be found in the cockpit of Pringer Z, desperately fumbling with the controls. Truth is, the new mecha just hadn't been responding to their commands at all, refusing to power up come mission time. And Hero had tried so hard to make it, too! It just wasn't fair!]
"Come on, Pringer Z! If you have a will of your own, answer me now, dood!"
"...cliche, dood...I can't figure it out, though...something about soul power, dood..."
"Well, it's not like we built this one, dood...maybe we're just not high enough of a level to use it, dood? <3"
[Hero slammed his clenched fins against the dashboard. He'd tried hard to keep the other pilots from knowing about it, knowing what might happen if his superior officers found out how useless they'd become. Even Subordinate #1 was doing better then them at this point! It was infuriating! He couldn't just go to him for help on this.]
[Fake was absolutely baffled, as well. By prinny standards, he was pretty smart, but this was just beyond him. Pringer Z was way different from the patchwork mech that Pringer X was. The internal workings weren't jerry-rigged, rather, they were neat, arranged in a peculiar fashion, almost like a body's organs. A large, steel heart seemed to house the main power source, with wires spreading out from there...the cockpit would be the brain, But even the Earth mechas he'd been allowed to get close to had nothing like this...]
[As for Lovely's thoughts? A field of flowers, her riding a white stallion with a goregous hunk of a man. And other men and green penguins all around her, catering to her whims.]
"It's no good, dood...there's no power flowing at all..."
"How are we supposed to get back in the spotlight if this stupid thing won't move, dood? <3"
[The three prinnies can be found in the cockpit of Pringer Z, desperately fumbling with the controls. Truth is, the new mecha just hadn't been responding to their commands at all, refusing to power up come mission time. And Hero had tried so hard to make it, too! It just wasn't fair!]
"Come on, Pringer Z! If you have a will of your own, answer me now, dood!"
"...cliche, dood...I can't figure it out, though...something about soul power, dood..."
"Well, it's not like we built this one, dood...maybe we're just not high enough of a level to use it, dood? <3"
[Hero slammed his clenched fins against the dashboard. He'd tried hard to keep the other pilots from knowing about it, knowing what might happen if his superior officers found out how useless they'd become. Even Subordinate #1 was doing better then them at this point! It was infuriating! He couldn't just go to him for help on this.]
[Fake was absolutely baffled, as well. By prinny standards, he was pretty smart, but this was just beyond him. Pringer Z was way different from the patchwork mech that Pringer X was. The internal workings weren't jerry-rigged, rather, they were neat, arranged in a peculiar fashion, almost like a body's organs. A large, steel heart seemed to house the main power source, with wires spreading out from there...the cockpit would be the brain, But even the Earth mechas he'd been allowed to get close to had nothing like this...]
[As for Lovely's thoughts? A field of flowers, her riding a white stallion with a goregous hunk of a man. And other men and green penguins all around her, catering to her whims.]