Occupying the UNN Headquarters Building on Tarsonis

In a single cubicle on the second floor of the UNN headquarters building, 22-year-old news editorial assistant Mike·Liberty is working. His excellent results in journalism at University of Tarsonis allowed him to successfully enter the UNN Universe News Network.

Mike is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He is of medium to short stature and cannot even stand out among the generally tall Tarsonis people.

At 0:30 in the morning on May 21, Mike, who was working the night shift, had been working for more than four hours. The Holographic Projection analog clock displayed on the glass wall of his office cubicle clearly told him that he would not be able to go home until 4 o'clock.

As the largest and most influential news company in Terran Confederacy, UNN Universe News Network has countless subsidiaries, covering all the main star worlds and numerous colonies. UNN's assets are not inferior to any monopoly company belonging to Old Families, and its influence is enough to reverse the direction of public opinion. They have essentially monopolized the Terran Confederacy news industry.

Of course, the studio and editorial office area of UNN's headquarters building are in operation 24 hours a day, and news from various sectors, galaxies and time periods are constantly sent to Tarsonis.

Therefore, the UNN headquarters building not only needs someone to be on duty at night, but also cannot stop working. Of course, the salary during this period is also quite generous, which is why Mike is willing to work hard for it.

Since the last report on Korhal IV, special correspondent Mike was transferred back to the UNN headquarters of Tarsonis as an editorial assistant on the same day due to his unclear position. It is said that this incident even alarmed the "heavyweights" at the shareholders' meeting, and someone told Mike that he was almost fired.

For young Mike·Liberty, the exciting career of a reporter stationed in Korhal IV has come to an end. Even so, Mike's curiosity about the truth hidden under lies and corruption and his seemingly endless thirst for knowledge are twitching his heart like a cat's paw.

Unlike the other paparazzi reporters in the headquarters who focus all day on the gossip about celebrities and fashion circles and the every move of the Tarsonis nobles, Mike is a person who dares to investigate the internal corruption of the Confederacy government and expose the truth.

Mike has his own standards for judging right and wrong. His reports are always the ones that are closest to the truth without any subjective additions or changes.

In today's UNN, there are very few such people, and the fate of Mike's predecessors who were outspoken and dared to tell the truth can somewhat remind him to stop digging into corrupt officials and the ugly inside stories of Old Families's family business management - although this kind of warning always has little effect every time Mike wants to unearth the truth.

This rotten government can dig up so much black material that it will make Mike drool. Scandals and truths that can make the public indignant will undoubtedly greatly increase the ratings. However, once such news is broadcast, it will be suppressed due to the anger of some big shots.

In order to deliver news smoothly, editors often polish Mike's reports. After layers of revisions, his carefully prepared manuscripts will be revised beyond recognition.

Even so, Mike is still working tirelessly to complete his work, hoping that one day he will be able to get a news column or even the position of editor-in-chief with his talents, and then let everyone in Terran Confederacy take a look at the big news he broke.

But dreams are out of reach for those in Tarsonis City who have not fallen into a life of drunken dreams and dreams. The current news editorial assistant Mike still leads a boring life of clocking in at work.

Mike's daily job is to find breaking news that satisfies the chief editor Anderson from the complicated and nonsensical trivial news returned from various planets in the Confederacy territory, so that it can be used to silence the chattering mouths of the executive directors.

When the numbers on the clock jumped to 0:55, Mike finally finished processing the file at hand. Now the report about Korhal IV has occupied one-third of the news section, and more people are beginning to understand that there are not just riots on this planet.

While he was worried about the fate of Korhal IV people, Mike also knew that he was powerless to change everything. He shook his head, first drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and then stood up and walked out of his office cubicle towards the toilet.

At this time, some editorial assistants and editors who were changing shifts were walking towards the office area, and Mike greeted some familiar people.

"Old Womirian, I heard that your son was admitted to University of Tarsonis. I look forward to the day when that boy will inherit his father's legacy." Mike said.

"Yeah, that boy, he really makes me proud!"

Mike stayed in the toilet for nearly fifteen minutes, and did not come out until 1:15 in the morning. After washing his face, he walked slowly towards his work station. He thought that even if Tarsonis was destroyed, he would not be able to stop him from fishing.

But at this time Mike keenly noticed that something was wrong with the corridor in the building. Usually there would be at least one guard in black uniform guarding there.

These tough guys with strong bodies and round waists are all retired soldiers. They are enough to deal with any unscrupulous people who want to sneak into the headquarters building. Every aisle, elevator and stairway are guarded day and night by guards equipped with magnetic capture nets, stun guns and batons. From the perspective of the executive directors, this is undoubtedly a very strict defense.

After all, this is the headquarters building of a news company, not a bank or a military fortress, and there are no Marines wearing Power Armor stationed there.

Although Mike has always called the Marine Corps a criminal concentration camp and believes that the most notorious criminals and incorrigible villains in the entire Terran Confederacy have entered the Marine Corps, they will never leave their posts during working hours.

Although no one has ever forced their way into the headquarters building in the past fifty years, there are always homeless people and thieves from the slums trying to sneak in and steal something.

Moreover, the UNN headquarters building is in the center of the central city of Tarsonis City, next to Bennett and Terra Sky Tower, so neither riots nor demonstrations can occur here.

When Guild Wars broke out, there was a group of Tarsonis citizens who wanted to attack the headquarters building because they were dissatisfied with UNN's false reports, but they were driven away by the Tarsonis police before they could gather. This was also a rare time when they were efficient and reliable, not because Tarsonis Police Force received a batch of extra huge income from UNN every year.

After taking another two steps, a guard lying down in the corridor asked Mike to rub his eyes. But when he was about to shout or do something, the hypnotic gas had already entered his blood circulation system in one breath.

Mike fainted and fell to the ground in extreme fear.

When Mike woke up again, he found that he was surrounded by a group of strangers holding mini electromagnetic pistols. There were about a dozen of them in total, wearing the same gas masks as himself. Mike's first reaction was to play dead, and he immediately realized that these were unprecedented terrorist attacks.

What are these people here for? I heard that UNN editor-in-chief Anderson has filled the basement of the headquarters building with dirty information about high-ranking officials. If you put it all together, it can go around Tarsonis--

"Mr. Mike·Liberty, our leader is grateful for the kindness you showed to the people of Korhal IV in your report." A man wearing a gas mask said, The man holding a slender Electromagnetic Rifle in his hand said to Mike. His voice sounded like the roar of an old bellows, as if a broken piece of metal was scraping against the wall. It sounded very uncomfortable.

"You'd better open your eyes, I know you're awake."

"." Mike could only sit up. Even though his hands and feet were not restrained, he did not dare to play any tricks. When he looked at the people around him, he Mike thought of some possibility, but he was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"We are Revolutionary Army. To be precise, we are agents." the other party replied.

"Oh - you are a Psionics." Although Mike is still very scared, he is not a person who shrinks in the face of danger.

When Mike looked around, he was surprised to find that this was the broadcast room of the UNN headquarters building. The walls were covered with notes from major news, cameras, screens with constantly jumping images, and papers on the ground like snowflakes. Normally, ordinary employees like Mike work on the fourth floor of the UNN building.

Those who were supposed to be working here collapsed to the ground and were dragged to a corner and piled together by the agents.

"Are they dead?" Mike asked tremblingly.

"They just passed out." Ghost operative said, "The paralyzing gas we put through the air conditioning system is not fatal."

"We kept you awake because we thought someone should remember what happened today," he said. "I know you will end up with us. If you write a detailed report, the universe will know what happened today."

"We will not harm innocent people, today we are just to expose the truth."

Mike doesn't know how to answer. From what this person said, we can know that these people should be from the Korhal Revolutionary Army. However, even if Mike has reported the true situation on Korhal IV and won the favor of these radicals, that does not mean that he is absolutely safe.

It sounds like he is at the center of a big news. Tomorrow the whole Confederacy will explode because of the attack on the UNN headquarters. Just like a normal reporter, in the heart of the young Mike, the excitement gradually overwhelms the fear.

"Why did you attack here?" Mike asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," the agent said.

Mike hates people who play riddles, but he doesn't dare to get to the bottom of it.

At this time, Mike noticed that some agents were operating something in front of the terminal computer in the studio - they were either downloading data or uploading it.

In any case, the executive directors will be furious, and the leadership team except the shareholders' meeting will have to undergo a major shake-up, which will cost them their jobs.

At this moment, except for the sound of footsteps and fans, the entire UNN headquarters building is silent. No matter how much time passes, Tarsonis Police Force and Confederate Security Forces and a series of people responsible for this matter must be sleeping in their warm beds.

Everyone was silently doing the work at hand.

Until the picture on the main screen of the studio suddenly changed and was replaced by a solemn hall with the flag of Confederacy flying. The image played above was being synchronized to several main star worlds closest to it via the signal tower of Tarsonis, and then continued to spread around these main star worlds.

This hemisphere of Tarsonis is still night, but the other side is day. In other words, at this moment, hundreds of millions of Terranss on all the Terran Confederacy colonial planets are watching this program.

Mike couldn't help but look over. There were at least thirty Holographic Projection screens playing the same picture. He could almost tell at a glance that the one on the screen was Tarsonis City Naglfar Council Hall of Reason.

The faces of those people in Hall of Reason are also very familiar to Mike. Mike knows the appearance and political leanings of every politician by heart. Most of the Old Families patriarchs are not known to the public because they are too low-key. These big families with a long history do not like to package themselves in a high-profile way.

A Confederate Congress meeting, and of course this kind of meeting is not allowed to be filmed. From the perspective of the camera, this should be taken by a participant, because it shows his own perspective.

"The issue read out below is about the proposal to use Apocalypse-class Nuclear Missile to destroy Korhal IV-" The speaker was the well-known politician Vistien McMaster. He is well known for leading the effective Tarsonis new economic policy and the edge sector farm subsidy plan named after him.

"What?" Mike was stunned.

"What is he talking about?"

". Release the nuclear bomb! Let Korhal IV turn into scorched earth!"

"This is not true." Mike still couldn't recover from the shock.

"Oh my god, does this old bastard know what he is talking about?" Mike's face turned dark. "This is a massacre, this is genocide, this is the truth."

"We can already expect protest marches everywhere, Confederate Congress will be discredited - even though they are already bad."

Mike can think about what happened in areas where riots broke out and were quickly quelled. Since Confederate Congress can use nuclear bombs, they can use all other weapons.

"Now, the people of Confederacy already know what heinous things their government can do." The agent on the side said calmly to Mike, while other agents had already begun to retreat the moment the data was uploaded.

"These bastards! They can't stand it now." Mike scolded.

"Before I leave, Mr. Beretti, I sincerely invite you to join Revolutionary Army." he said.

"Revolutionary Army" Mike seriously considered the invitation. "But what can I do? I can't even carry a gun."

"Just do what you are good at. Here you are just an unknown clerk. But in the Revolutionary Army's channel, you are the editor-in-chief of the new UNN." Ghost operative said.

"It's a very tempting proposal. To be precise, you hit my weak spot with just one word." While Mike was still thinking about it, a large number of police yachts and armed spacecrafts appeared in the sky above Tarsonis City.

According to the normal promotion situation, Mike would have to be at least thirty years old before he could get the position of editor, but he was still not sure whether he should abandon his stable job to work in a job where he might be shot at any time.

"Okay, you can think it through before contacting us now, for your safety." Ghost operative said to Mike before disappearing, "It would be better for you to faint like them."

Then Mike felt a heavy blow to his face.