PART 1

A pair of big metallic hands dragged away the ornamental metal door of the leader of the Markels, Svarro.

“Run for it!”

A group of green, round Markels scattered in all directions, their legs moving so quickly they seemed to blur as the door sailed through the air, narrowly missing them.

Slowly, the beat up Armor took trembling steps forward, stomping the careful cared yellow grass.

“Idiot!”

In the midst of the chaos, a Markel, too paralyzed with fear to flee, flopped onto the grass, his round body rolled like a ball.

His fellow guards, in their ill-fitting uniforms, rushed to help him up, only to be met by a barrage of green energy blasts.

Smoke sizzled out of them as they fell dead beside their stunned comrade.

The blasts came from a group of the countless collar-wearing humans who were pouring into the building from behind the mecha.

“Death to the exploiters!”

The freed slaves chanted and cheered.

“Good!”

The loudspeakers of the old mecha resounded with Catherine’s pure, sweet voice.

It was the kind of voice that could make even the most battle-hardened rebel smile.

“Now, my fellow rebels. Let’s capture Svarro and take control of the city!”

Catherine urged them, firing up their determination.

“You heard Catherine! Time to mop up some nasties!”

A rugged woman, a former pleasure slave, led the charge into the mansion.

The other rebels followed her directions without complaints, entering into the mansion in an unorganized line.

As the sounds of blasters and grunts from the green Markels echoed from within the enemy stronghold, Mark reclined inside the cabin while chuckling.

“So, Cat! You've gone and become a public figure!”

Catherine, on the other hand, strung her index fingers together, a flush adorning her cheeks.

“Please don’t tease me, Master!”

Her cheeks puffed up as her eyes glanced at the flashes of green shots inside the mansion.

“I didn’t plan for this, it was all your fault!”

Mark, completely at ease, placed his arms behind his head, stretching his muscles.

“To be honest, Cat.”

An unabashed grin grew in his face.

“I didn't plan any of it either. I just chased after something fun, and well, it seems to be working out!”

A deranged laugh escaped out of his mouth.

“But what to do? From what we heard in the coms, they seem to think I’m supporting your rebelion. You can't keep calling me Master.”

Mark seemed nonchalant, but a side-glance revealed a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Catherine's expression darkened, her frustration bubbling up.

“Muu! Just a few hours ago, you declared you'd never abandon me, and now you're hesitating!”

Catherine got angry, her fist hitting Mark's shoulders from behind with little strength.

Her voice held a note of disappointment, reflecting her deep attachment to the idea of Mark as her master.

Mark chuckled once more, a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t worry! I was just joking! Although you could call me the mightiest husband or the most handsome boyfriend, you know.”

Catherine's face twitched at the suggestion, an awkward smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No way!”

Her face grew indignant as she crossed her arms and pouted.

“Master is Master.”

PART 2

“What are you doing!?”

Mark awoke to the screeching scream of Catherine, the morning after conquering the city of Lambast.

He smacked his dry lips as he tried to rouse his still-groggy mind.

The previous night had indeed been tiring, taking a girl's virginity required a special touch, but as he had always believed, it only got better from there.

He couldn't help but wince as his throbbing head protested his overindulgence.

‘Though I really shouldn't have downed that blue liquor. My head is killing me.’

Meanwhile, Catherine gripped the arms of one of the leaders of the rebellion.

The tanned woman had managed to sneak into their room and had brazenly crossed a line Catherine was absolutely unwilling to tolerate.

“Let me go!”

The invader struggled against Catherine's surprisingly iron grip, clearly underestimating her resolve.

Even the old bruises on her body. caused by her life as a former slave. didn’t deter her.

Mark, ignoring their ensuing chaos, raised himself from the bed with a lazy yawn.

His groggy mind made his left hand search around a little table beside the bed.

After a few fumbling moments, his fingers finally connected with the cold touch of a cup of water he had placed there the night before.

With a drawn-out sigh, Mark took a leisurely sip of the water, as if he was enjoying a casual morning ritual.

In the background, the purple-haired invader continued to struggle against the mad Catherine.

“You… you..”

Catherine fought against her growing madness.

Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and protectiveness.

“How dare you lick my master right before my eyes!”

Finally, she erupted, her shout resounding throughout the whole building.

The woman’s eyes widened, a knowing smile playing across her face.

“I knew it! The mastermind behind this entire success is this man!”

She seemed triumphant with her head rising over Catherine.

“It's not obvious I must dedicate myself to our savior!”

Her sudden proclamation only added to Catherine’s fury.

Her brow furrowed even more deeply than before, and she took a step forward

“No, you’re not allowed to do it in front of me!”

“Ahem!”

Mark finally cleared his head, and cleared his throat to get their attention.

The woman turned around with a playful smile, while Catherine released her, shifting her full attention to Mark.

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“So, let me get this straight.”

Mark began, a sly grin slowly curling up on his face.

“You gave me a morning blowjob because you deduced that I was the one piloting the Titan Armor yesterday?”

The grin on Mark's face grew broader.

“I like it!”

Suddenly, a pillow flew through the air, heading directly for Mark's head.

“Master, you idiot!”

Mark just remained nonchalant, barely flinching as the pillow collided with his head, then fell to the floor.

“What’s wrong? Cat.”

Mark just glanced at her with mock hurt eyes.

Catherine heaved, her chest rising up and down as her hands trembled.

She pointed her index finger at Mark with a hurt look.

“You promised you would only sleep with other women when I’m not around.”

Mark scratched his head, gazing up at the ceiling as if deep in thought.

“I did, didn’t I? I remember promising it while I was in a fierce arm-wrestling contest with that burly woman.”

He crossed his arms, one hand supporting his chin.

“But this time, it's not my fault, you see. She just waltzed in here all by herself… I barely understanding what’s going on here, you know”

PART 3

Later that same day, Mark found himself sitting at a square table in front of the two formerly quarreling women.

Catherine had her arms crossed as she directed a mean stare at the opposing woman.

“So, let’s get this straight.”

Mark began, drawing a pair of nods from both of them.

“The leaders and the smartest heads of the rebellion have put two and two together and realized that I was the one piloting the Titan Armor as no slave was taught to pilot even a scooter.”

Mark’s words appeared to be meant to grasp the situation, but he didn’t look serious at all.

His left eye was squinting as he tried to take a credit out of a glass bottle. Something he had dropped yesterday night after a drinking bout.

“And, if I'm following correctly."

He continued, a wry grin playing on his lips. Scoping out the damned thing was getting harder each moment.

“You've decided to devote yourself to me as a way to repay my support as a pilot?”

The tanned woman, a Sariah Nightshade, smiled, her purple eyes looking at his figure with devotion.

“Yes, I’m willing to offer my all for you!”

She brought her hands to her chest, a sign used to profess eternal love in this world.

Mark raised an eyebrow, his expression a blend of bemusement and amusement.

“Well, that's... quite the commitment. Not that I dislike it.”

Sariah, undeterred, continued.

“But, you see, we, the leaders of the rebellion, have come to a decision.”

She leaned forward, her tone becoming more serious.

“We've opted to maintain the current status quo, with little Catherine acting as the figurehead of our rebellion.”

Mark finally managed to scoop out the credit, his gaze returning to the sulking Catherine.

“Oh! So I get to be the lover of the leader of the rebellion?”

Mark’s words seemed to ease Catherine's mood as the mere mention of the word "lover" seemed to make her tense shoulders drop.

“Well, not that I care. Just point me to a spot with these pesky Markels, and I'll turn it into a smoking crater.”

Sariah's eyes sparkled with an almost mischievous delight, her smile growing wider.

“Wonderful! I'm sure everyone will be pleased by this news!”

Sariah enthusiasm reflected in the graceful sway of her hips as she rose from her seat and walked out of the small dining room.

Catherine, on the other hand, had been gently stepping in Alex’s boots. But, she finally decided to voice out her concerns.

“Master! I can’t be the leader. The only thing I did was encourage the fighters during the uprising!”

It was true, she had been more of a mascot for the rebels following their Titan Armor.

However, in the end, everyone had kept her encouraging words close to their hearts since then.

It was something they would remember for the rest of their lives.

Mark rolled his eyes, amused by Catherine’s hesitation.

“Don’t worry, Cat.”

He reassured her, his tone lighthearted.

“You just need to do a few leader-like things, like kissing a few newborns, nodding at meetings, and pointing at anyone you don't like for me to take care of.”

He brought up his hand.

“Easy peasy!”

PART 4

Leaving the small dining room behind, the duo stepped into the crisp, post-rebellion air.

The scent of victory hung palpably around them as they ventured to the city of Lambast.

Mark took a deep breath and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Ah, the sweet smell of victory.”

But Catherine wore a somber expression as she surveyed the city.

“This place used to be horrible… But this is sad.”

Her gaze lingered on the devastation and chaos their recent battle had left behind.

The few vehicles that remained were now a twisted mess of melted metal and blackened charcoal.

Only some odd buildings had been spared from the destruction, while the great majority of structures stood with only one or two walls remaining.

Mark, observing the situation, had a sudden impulse to run away.

“Man, this place used to be more beautiful with the light of the flames and the smoke covering everything.”

His sudden comment made Catherine direct an incredulous stare at him.

“Master… Mark, please don’t joke around.”

Mark heard her plea, but he followed his own train of thoughts.

“I’m not joking.”

He paused, his face suddenly brightening as a sudden idea came to his mind.

“Wait a second, I have an idea!”

With that said, he dug into his pants’ pocket and brought out a sleek, round device that emitted a faint glow.

Catherine arched an eyebrow in curiosity.

“What do you need that holographic communicator for?”

She inquired, her tone laced with skepticism.

She knew from Mark's drunken tales that he lived a solitary life, without friends for him to make a call.

However, Mark ignored her, too busy pressing a series of random buttons on the communicator.

“There.”

The device sprang to life, projecting a holographic interface that shimmered with green light.

After a few seconds, the communicator started beeping before a green, transparent woman appeared projected in front of them.

“Mark Pathfinder! Where have you been?”

Almost immediately, the woman screeched, her feral face resembled that of Mark.

“The news said you died in an accident with your ship.”

“I’m fine mom.”

Mark rolled his eyes.

“I have something to ask of you.”

“Mom.” Catherine mumbled, her face gaining a blush as she tried to smooth down her hair in an attempt to look more presentable.

“Mark, you better have a good explanation for why you disappeared!”

Mark's mother exclaimed, her holographic image showing clear signs of frustration.

She seemed entirely absorbed in scolding her son.

However, the new Mark was a master of turning the tide in such situations.

“Mom, you see, my girlfriend and I conquered this city, and we want you to help us clean it up.”

His mother’s face became even more enraged.

“Mark, what nonsense are you spouting? You better have a good explanation….”

Suddenly, she stopped her rampage. Her expression shifted, a pleased look dawning on her face.

“Did you say girlfriend… quickly let me see her.”

Mark, grinning at the turn of events, replied with a casual. “Sure.”

And it was then that Catherine met her mother-in-law for the first time.

PART 5

Amid the rubble-strewn street, with its battered buildings and makeshift barricades, the rebels congregated, their eyes fixed on the holographic projection of Mark's mother.

Catherine shifted into her position in front of the holographic display of her mother-in-law.

The weight of the surrounding people’s stares was becoming quite burdensome.

After all, having such an intimate talk in the middle of a public, half-ruined street was not the best for privacy.

“Mark, what nonsense are you thinking about? Of course I can’t clean up your new city with my mop.”

Mark’s mother, Elysia, brought her hand up to her forehead and let out a long sigh.

“That hit to your head must have scrambled your brain.”

Mark just smirked.

“You haven’t seen a better scrambled brain in your life, mom.”

His eyes were serious, devoid of the usual tiredness he used to have.

That made her mother sigh once again.

“Whatever… At least now you are not a sack of stress and you managed to get a pretty girl as my daughter-in-law. So it’s a win for me.”

“What about the city?”

Catherine interrupted her, drawing even more curious stares from the surrounding rebels.

Something that made her blush even deeper, but she remained resolute.

“I can get you guys some supplies. We just need money to pay for them.”

Elysia rubbed her fingers, the universal sign of money across the galaxy.

“We got plenty of that, right? Mark.”

Catherine half-explained and half-asked, her gaze trembling as she directed her question to Mark.

Mark responded with a nonchalant tone.

“Yes, we've gathered enough funds for a year of salaries from the cold corpses of the Markels.”

He stopped, grasping his shin in wonder.

“Although, I was planning to use them to upgrade my Ravager and blow up the forces from the other cities of this world.”

Elysia rolled her eyes, finding this new side of mark exasperating.

Instead, she turned her gaze to Catherine, exuding a commanding presence.

“Cat, my daughter, you are to ensure my idiotic son doesn’t waste the money.”

Catherine righted herself up, and offered a mock military salute.

“Yes, madam mom!”

Elysia nodded, pleased with her attitude.

“Well, let me call some friends from the companies. I’ll give you a call later.”

Mark nodded in response and offered a brief “Bye.”

Catherine also nodded earnestly. “Take care.”

With that, the holographic projection gradually faded from view, and the sounds of the street, filled with the murmurs of rebels and the distant echoes of a city in turmoil, returned in full force.

The nearby rebels, with their pale and free necks, after overhearing the conversation, were commenting quietly among themselves.

“So cute.”

“Our leader is so cute:”

Hearing the hushed conversations of the nearby rebels, Catherine's face reddened even further.

“Come on Cat, let’s go back to our headquarters.”

Mark gave her a side-glance and smiled, offering her his hand.

Catherine said nothing, but she firmly grasped his arm as they advanced through the street.

A leader she may be, but her heart couldn’t stand being praised all the time.