Yulian turned to the reporter beside him. "All right, let's hear it. What exactly have you uncovered during this time? And how did this turn into an internal political struggle?"
Taina Morne exchanged glances with her companions. She realized there was no reason to hide anything, and sighed. "It's a long story... I'll try to keep it short. We've been with Mr. Guimo, the central-sector leader of the Sons of Korhal, this whole time."
"Who's that?" Yulian thought the name sounded vaguely familiar.
"He's the current leader of the Sons of Korhal," Gongsun Qing added. "Actually, he's a good person."
Yulian thought carefully, and finally dredged up the name of the organization from some furrow in his brain. It was one of the oldest anti-government armed groups in the Alliance. It had originally been formed to demand back pay for nonhuman cannon fodder, but peaceful protests had failed, and the Alliance conquerors of the time had treated them like grease for their treads. So they had simply transformed into a violent resistance movement, eventually becoming outright rebels against the government.
At the height of their power, the Sons of Korhal had launched uprisings simultaneously in four sectors and three member states. The rebellion had spread like wildfire, with over ten million troops.
But that had been more than a century ago. The Alliance had faced plenty of even larger rebellions by member states, let alone a band of nonhuman rebels from other species.
That massive uprising had lasted less than a month before the fleet's relentless bombardment crushed it completely.
The rebels had been forced underground, where they had limped along and barely survived to the present day. They had certainly had a hard time, but they had also grown stronger. That could only mean the Alliance's racial policies had