Pointless exposition must be some sort of bizarre, ingrained, solar system-wide cultural trait. They have to exposit whenever an opportunity presents itself, regardless of the appropriateness of the situation.
Buried in the depths of licensed comics hell, lost to the mists of pre-Crisis DC comes Robotech Defenders, the part of the franchise that has nothing at all to do with the rest of the franchise and will never be mentioned ever again. Instead, what it is amounts to a festival of eighties sci-fi clichés as a team of one-dimensional token aliens search for giant robots left behind by the Precursors to fight a race of Space Kobolds who have the power to telekinetically explode your head. And if that actually does manage to make sense, well, you’re doing better then me and I own the damn comic. Still, it has a Pterodactyl, and that makes everything better.
Riffers: Rebecca Bartley, Natasha Isavia, Matt Simmons and Rick R. Mortis
Written by: Rick R