The "Veterans for Victory," DuPont's organization, were a group of discharged, mostly retired, some injured veterans from Yaga Minor and Borosk, among other worlds; most numerously, Deralia. DuPont himself was from Yaga Minor, but like so many other soldiers he had moved to Deralia, then the capital of Jaron Park's "New Imperial Order" faction that ruled his homeworld at that time. Once there, he had married a Deralian woman and eventually learned to love the planet and its martial history. Thus, his disaffection was not with Deralia but with its government. He and his men were traditional Imperials (of which there were now many on the planet), and disagreed with the Jaron Park's and the War Council's policies of moderation and concessions, not to mention a score of humiliations at Borosk, Raithal, and Vjun (or "Operation Fubar," as the latter was known among its veterans).

That was the last straw; Vjun. DuPont was there. He had watched good men marched to their deaths, shot, vaporized, burned alive by acid rain or molten rock, torn limb from limb by the fauna. He had watched while Jaron Park and the War Council ordered their own troops bombarded, and called it glorious; ordered the killing of women, children and old men, and called it glorious; wasted tens of thousands of lives for a planet of no worth, and called it glorious. Park's empire collapsed as a result, and he went into hiding on Deralia; but DuPont and his men, who had lost brothers, fathers and sons, weren't done with their revenge. They lived among the people, wore no uniforms, and went about assassinating every officer they could find who was involved with Vjun. For example, former Line Captain Anderson had only narrowly escaped death, when the bomb in his speeder failed to detonate and was discovered later. Most recently, the Veterans for Victory had stormed into the home of former General Ace Ionian while he slept, and blasted him to death in his bed.

And they were not alone. Many people, even on Deralia (and even people in high places), agreed with them. Like all men with progressive ideas, Jaron Park had many enemies, and so did the War Council because it enabled and supported him. Now that Deralia itself was under assault, all of these old differences came to the surface again; people reappeared who had been forgotten, grudges resurfaced that had been buried, old wounds throbbed anew. The rumors were that Jaron Park had been seen at Raven's Gate, that there was a Jedi in command, that the War Council was giving the planet to the Sith, and ordering soldiers on suicide missions (and with so much propaganda from Ribaldequin, and no communications or public announcements from the War Council, there was nothing and no one to disprove the rumors). Everyone's very existence was now threatened, and DuPont knew that this was the time to act. The stakes were too high not to.

There was no more need for secrecy. The Veterans for Victory were not numerous (perhaps 125 men total, perhaps less), but unlike both the War Council's and Ribaldequin's forces, they were experienced, well trained and well armed. The order was given to assemble in Deralia's public square just outside the Imperial Palace, underneath which Tirkan and Deralia's legislative bodies were assembled in the command center, tending to the defenses. Yes, the veterans would violating the curfew, but Tirkan had posted all of his men in trenches, shelters, and bunkers, leaving the streets mostly unattended. A few isolated patrols might notice men walking down the block and pay no attention; some, in fact, might even join in their cause. They also picked up some civilians along the way, stopping by shelters and explaining their mission, and bringing perhaps 100 or more with them.

Once assembled, they marched peacefully (although with blasters slung under their arms) the remaining distance to the Imperial Palace. DuPont marched in front, unconcerned with his safety because he knew that no good and true Deralian would raise his rifle at him, or his men. They went through the open gate, across the courtyard, and to the public entrance where they confronted the outnumbered (and confused, and extremely nervous) sentries, slowing their stride but not stopping.

"Soldier!" DuPont said to the nearest of them, as he climbed the steps and approached the foyer, his men behind. He spoke with the tone of someone in command, used to giving orders and having them obeyed, and spoke through his teeth as they clenched the pipe that he was rarely seen without, "Be at ease. We are soldiers and patriots of Deralia, just like you. You've seen us in these streets before, we are your friends and comrades. We're here in peace, to have our say in the defense of our world." He put his hand on the sentry's shoulder as he walked past him, "Come with us, all of you. This is a time to be united." No doubt, the guards would notice the awards and medals pinned to the shirts of the veterans (and some of their horrific acid burns from Vjun) as they walked (and some limped) past. It was a very solemn and dignified proceeding, throughout which could be heard the humming of the Deralian anthem.

Smiling slightly, Maximov gave a mental sigh of approval. "War Councilor, you have made a wise decision. The fleet of the New Sith Order will be on its way shortly. It is a pleasure working alongside you and all of Deralia."

At both cities the corvettes struck home, striking the shield generator at Imperial City plumb on and blasting them into a million pieces and sending debris across the city, the other Corvette merely crashing a few feet away and failing, leaving the Mithra shield up.. As the final corvette flew away the Neimoidians chuckled before entering hyperspace 'Ah, Victowy', quoting the fateful words of Viceroy Gunray.

The men at the defenses would first be aware of an explosion behind them, then the detonation of the generator and the shield quickly flickering away. The Kruusificent then targeted the trenches just outside of the city with its full firepower, gouging holes into the ground, sending molten rock into the air and sending the smell of fire and brimstone across the trenches and defences into the city.

The conscripts had no stomach for this, and were seen in large numbers throwing down their arms and evacuating the city, a trail of civilian vehicles snaking away in different directions from the city towards the hills as troops fell into disarray and used any means to escape, while many others assembled at the command HQ in the city center. As well as this, targeted Ion Cannon fire streaked down from orbit, slashing into the artillery platforms made from rebuilt AT-ATs, the result was quick, every one being finished off before firing shot.

King Ribaldequin decided his time had come, he boarded his shuttle and flew down to his new capital North of Imperial City. Escorted by his Z-95s he landed with half his army (aside from the garrison outside Ravens Gate), moving into the old Winter-Palace in the farmlands there and organising his plan of campaign. The soldiers formed up in the city, their numbers being swelled by a number of Deralian recruits also, rather concerned by the rumours of Jedi, Sith and Jaron involvement with the old government. The other half landed in a small town near Mithra and set about fortifying it.

After they had spent 20 minutes ensconcing in Ribaldequinsburg they decided to make the final assault to capture the palace. A trio of Action transports set off with air cover, in minutes reaching the Imperial Palace in the Center of Imperial City, destroying the New Imperial Cog on it before storming the Empty palace and driving back any stormtroopers who resisted them, landing 30 tanks in the city center to reinforce Ribaldequins rule which, with half of the landed infantry moved with a pair of Pummels to the Deralian War Council Command Bunker.

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Within the palace, several hundred soldiers were stationed, manning its defensive weapons and forming barricades in the event of any counter attack, training anti-tank weapons on the entrances to the plaza and such. Ribaldequin stepped up to the throne, vacant as it was, ordering it to be scanned first before he stood in front of it, assembled Deralian nobles and exiles in front of him, he sat in the VACANT THRONE and assumed the traditional mantle of Kingship for Deralia. He was truly now, the KING OF DERALIA, the throne-hall rang with "LONG LIVE THE KING" and it was widely broadcast.

Minutes later a communication was sent to the War Council 'War Council, because of your traitorous actions we have been forced to demolish our own shield generators in order to remove you. Now, your position is hopeless, your command HQ has had firing solutions laid in on it and will be utterly destroyed if we do not recieve compliance for a surrender and negotiation in the next 5 minutes, from... now.' the line went silent, but remained open to the War Council HQ.

Force disposition:

Mithra
10 Z-95s
1200 Monarchist Infantry
500 Household Infantry (Mercenaries)
10 Century Tanks
2 Heavy Pummels

Imperial City Palace
Kruusificent (Mc80 Liberty Type) moored in orbit.
400 Monarchist Infantry
200 Household Infantry (Mercenaries)

Imperial City Close to Command Bunker
200 Household Infantry (Mercenaries)
400 Monarchist Infantry
30 Century Tanks
2 Heavy Pummels

20 Miles North of Imperial City (Ribaldequinsburg)
100 Household Infantry (Mercenaries)
800 Monarchist Infantry
200 Defecting Militia from old Ribaldequinsburg and surrounding area

20 Z-95 Fighters

Ravens Gate
200 Monarchist Infantry
10 Century Tanks
1 Heavy Pummel

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It was several days later.

Mithra had been finally obliterated, by appearances from a huge detonation of a power generator, however it was actually a deliberate act from Royalists to flatten the rebellious city. It was now a hiroshima like landscape, with hideously burned people crawling through the ruins and being tended by gentle, loving royalist nurses and doctors, brought in from offworld.

Jaron Park had been excavated, captured and stunned, tied up naked but for a loin cloth in an iron cage, the cage zapping him every half a second, enough to stop him sleeping or use force powers as hateful crowds threw filth at him, and fed him rotten food, often with glass and pins for him to pick out of it.

Hundreds and thousands had assembled cheering and jeering to watch the executions of all the remnants of the Park and Tirkan families who could be rounded up, vaporising them infront of park's own cage, after the executions Leiro stepped forward and spoke.

"Gentle people of Deralia, you now see that you are free. The stain of history has been purged. I decree that the Government is now to be a different style. Federal rule will now extend to all cities above 1,000 in population, each will have a representative per 1,000 people to the parliament. All smaller towns will be independantly run and will look to their own established system of governance. The federal government will act as a 'night watchman' state, providing military and judicial services, but leaving all other services to local government

You are now free my people, free to trade, free to live, and Jaron Park.. the ARCH TRAITOR!" he pointed a hand at park, to which another volley of rotten biomatter was hurled at Park "Jaron Park will be kept in an Iron cage, until he dies, or the people of deralia vote for his death, and a referendum will be held once weekly on this topic."

Then he basically left the stage, and reintroduced the Feudal system, building the imperial palace up as his own den of inequity in the model of a fortified post-apocalyptic verailles.

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However, not all was bad for the people of Deralia, taxes once levvied for the upkeep of the multiple orbital weapons were now simply not collected by the Government. Meaning the average disposable income of the population was considerably higher; and that their standard of living had also (on average) increased moderately.

Deralia had also other changes, many foreign corporations, from the Corporate Sector, the IMC and other free sectors had been invited to Deralia in order to utilise the workforce that had once been so unemployed. With the offer of no environmental regulations, and generous contracts offered, many companies did come quickly, like maggots to a corpse.

While the majority of the money from the foreign trade went to the Royal Treasury, and accordingly often disappeared on fine wine and other niceties for the men of significance and court; some did make its way to the people, mostly through the many thousands of basic jobs working in the offworld companies forges and factories. Concequently employment went from being in the 40s% before the invasion, to now the employment being closer to 95%. This, with the cancellation of income tax, meant that there was liquidity.

And while Ribaldequin was indeed a despot, he was not without generosity, and was often seen rewarding people with large gifts, along with widespread and regular giveaways of tax money, or food, or festivals organised for the public. And while the corporations provided work and were largely unregulated, the Royal Magistrates did impose law, of a sort, a swift and brutal penal code was enforced giving the magistrates wide ranging powers.

By the people, he became known as 'Revan the Sufferable' for while they did not always like his government, and especially the privatisation of 90% of the Government, they were inclined towards not objecting, for his provision of entertainment in the form of the 'Jaron Park Channel' (a reality TV show showing Jaron in his cage) and because the people were better off than in recent years, and in many cases becoming richer, they did not largely have the urge to rebel. Local Government having been decentralised was a mixed sucess, in come cases perfect little comunes formed, in other cases there was an absence of law, and people simply fled to the larger cities and towns which developed, where jobs awaited.