Kaiserreich: Legacy of the Weltkreig: A Novel

Chapter 3: Oswald Mosley

January 17th, 1936, Birmingham, Union of Britain

Today is the day.

On the 9th of January 1936, Oswald Mosley, leader of the Maximists, called a meeting of "Totalists" from around the world. The plan was to draft a charter, which outlined totalism as a political ideology, a leftist ideology that advocated a strong central government, organised power, and a high degree of centralisation. The meeting was to be held in Birmingham.

Oswald Mosley, a thin man, with a face as smooth as fine china, slightly blemished by his thin moustache that ran above his lips, thin eyebrows, slightly sunken eyes, and a slightly receding hairline, with slicked back, dense hair on his head, adjusted his tie as he prepared for the meeting.

The room is a large conference room, with a table that stretches several metres across. Placed frequently around the table are chairs upon which the visitors will sit. The head of the table is where Mosley shall sit, given away by the name plate placed on the table. There are a few other prominent names around the table too, all placed near Mosley. Bonito Mussolini, Georges Valois, Lavrentiy Beria, Georges Oltramare, and a few others, had their names engraved on plates, placed before several seats.
Mosley signalled for his helpers to call in their comrades from abroad. As the door was pushed open many people came through. The ever-recognisable faces from Totalists all over the world. Valois and Mussolini took their seats next to Mosley, Beria ad Oltramare a seat apart, the vacancies quickly being filled by minor ministers and translators.

"We are here today because we all have the same ideals." Mosley called out to the table. Many turned and whispered to others, the translators, ensuring everyone was aware of what was happening. Mosley had no deep voice, but one of charisma, a politician to the dying breath, Mosley spoke with an accent of the upper class, one you wouldn't have thought of for a revolutionary. Mosley took a deep breath and looked to the other end of the table. There sat is friend Eric Blair, with a face that had more lines than Mosley, and more hair on top of his head, though a similar moustache, sitting lower on his face than Mosley's. Blair was there to be the one to present the final draft of the document, a skilled writer, Mosley was certain in his choice to have him write.

"Comrades, the revolutions in Britain, France, Italy, and Georgia have been truly glorious. They have created a new country, free of chains, unhinged from the old order." The crowed took a moment, while it was being translated, and after a second of silence gave a hardy shout of agreement.

"Though, the revolution hasn't gone far enough. Syndicalism as it currently stands is too weak ad fragile to keep the state together, to keep the ideal of socialism alive. We are all here today because we believe there is more we can do. We are here because we want nothing but the greatest for our country, that involves the protection of people, a strong state, and for socialism to remain!" Again, stopping for a second, where the room falls all but silent, before the table agrees with hardy roars of agreement.

"There are still those from within our country
who want to bring back the chains of a republic, of the monarchy, or the oppression of foreign rule. We say no to those people, for they are traitors! Traitors to the revolution!" Mosley throws his fist into the air, waiting for the agreement of the table, it came but a second later.

"Anarchists want nothing more than no country, but without a unified and stable country then we are not protected from those who want to destroy is. From St Petersburg, to Berlin, from Ottawa to Algiers, we have enemies on all sides, but we will not back down! The glorious banner of the revolution shall hang high over the Kaiser's palace, over the palace of Edward, the revolution shall reach every corner of the globe!" With the translators seeming to get the message across quicker this time, though maybe it is simply Mosley's tone, the table roars with applause, though Mosley was not done.