@Blaze, the Gendarmerie are the military police, taking care of the Army, the Navy, the Royal Guards, and the nobility. Mostly based in the Grand District that surrounds the palace.
Uniform: Crimson top, white pants, black boots. Light blue overcoat. Symbol is a shield, within it a blue unicorn with a white mane.
--------
Day 3, 7:30 AM
Station #6 was not particularly important by any stretch. 100 Gendarmes typically operated out of it, but with the death of the King, only 20 remained. When word spread through the Grand that an organized force was still there though, it became a rallying point, and a trickle of Gendarmes came through. Many came individually, though a few came in groups, with the largest being about 15 men together. Their leader saluted Captain Altraius "Captain. I am Lieutenant Ronn Waldenstein, and I place myself at your disposal"
Altraius saluted in return "Good to have you Lieutenant. Am I the first ranking officer you have spoken to since the incident?" Waldenstein nodded "Very well then. What happened to your unit yesterday? Where is your Captain?"
"I'm not sure sir. Captain Krur attempted to link up with the Gendarmes at the docks yesterday, but I haven't heard from him since. We were at Station #3, but with so many deserters and being so close to the East Gate, it became indefensible. We heard about your unit here, and hoped that there was....well...anything really"
Altraius nodded. It made sense to try to seek out one's commanders. Still..."Have you heard of the declaration of the Republic?"
"I have sir. They say Huge killed His Majesty. We cannot let this usurper take over the nation."
"We will see Lieutenant. When Colonel Tayburn emerges, we will see what orders he gives. In the meantime, 120 Gendarmes are not going to storm the Palace."
Discipline had held for this long. And it held again here. "Very good sir. What shall we do until then?"
Altraius went to his desk, where a map of the Grand District lay unfurled. "We need to re-man the West Gate. Not just men, but cannon. We have a bit of grapeshot to use, but we cannot hesitate to kill if needed. Send some men to Stations 4 and 7 too, secure any ammunition and anything else of value."
Waldenstein saluted and left while Altraius went down to the basement of the Station. The two drunks that had been arrested he had set free; once it was assured that the vandal was a servant and not a noble, he was shot. Altraius did not have time or men to devote to guard duties. He had a few men bringing out the cannonballs and any other old ammunition they had down here. "Status?" he asked the men.
The three saluted "Captain, we have a bit down here, but most of the stuff has been down here for years. I don't think half of it would even go off"
Altraius cursed. The Gendarmerie had never needed much of this sort of thing. It was rare to even shoot once a year, even to practice. Had the crowd not been so tightly packed, he would have wagered they would have missed a good majority of the shots.
However, he did not have time to consider the situation, as a Gendarme rushed down the stairs calling for him. "Captain! Captain! Outside, Royal....something...Royal for sure though. Or is it Republican? Hundreds of 'em though, come quick! They said they need to speak with you!"