Mecha Flaws

The emergency disengagement command was only slightly better than violently dismantling it. The self-tightening bolts at the mech's joints were all blasted loose with explosives. Once those bolts popped out, the Ursa Major Mecha's components scattered all over the floor. The man inside, built like a polar bear, Alexei Shostakov, stood up and let out a long breath.

Visible vapor seemed to rise from his body, and it was incredibly... stinky!

Henry, who had been about to step forward and check on him, was ambushed by his own super sense of smell. He hurriedly backed away several steps, staring at the man who had just climbed out of the mech in disgust.

"Alexei, did you raid a pickle factory and fall headfirst into a pickle vat? Why do you smell so strong? You've been pickled through and through."

"Fuck! Don't you know how airtight your own mech is? I only sweated a little, and I ended up like this."

"Only a little?" Henry looked at the Ursa Major Mecha parts BB-3 and BB-4 were cleaning up and returning to the storage area. The inside, where it had been worn, was drenched as if it had been soaked in water.

Even Henry, a Kryptonian with a slight cleanliness obsession, felt his scalp tingle at the sight. He wanted to send all those parts straight to the furnace and melt them into one lump. Then the second pickled vegetable quietly approached from behind. Cassandra suddenly pounced and wrapped her arms around the Kryptonian. The pungent smell nearly sent him back to his home planet.

Henry had never expected this fierce Spartan woman to pull something like that. He turned his head away and rolled his eyes.

Cassandra backed off, laughing loudly. "Little man, you can't handle this? This is the smell of