Oskar Eroberer closes his eyes. Now that he was on one of the high speed trains, rather then speaking or meeting with someone, he could rest for a minute. Founding the Honor Party had been tiring, constant work, but it was for the greater good. All his grievances and all his anger were finally settling in with the greater populace, and soon, judgement day would come for the fools in Ruhmstadt and the state’s enemies.
But for now, he was still controlling an upstart. He had to assert the party, and in this age of information, he needed money and manpower to do it. His tour of the country had been going well. The last few days, he had been giving speeches in Artzen and Northern Mötz, which would certainly put him in the sights of the SDP. The SDP. Oskar had nothing but scornful things to say about the SDP. They were just as ignorant and just as guilty of Ostaria’s problems and Ostaria’s loss as the ÖKP. The party’s were, in essence, the same. They played the same note, just at a different tune.
The high speed train zoomed across the open countryside, going across a bridge over the Mötz River, in sight were the mighty dams built by the first Honor Party. The fields were green and luscious, the sky was bright blue. It was a beautiful day. Perfect. He would be stopping at Amsel, the center of Öber and the place to be if you wanted to remain...not totally knee deep in the sh*tter, what with the economic downturn and all. Oskar was still finding out a way to fix the economy, and had started formulating some ideas. But that would come when he would eventually be elected, as confident as he was, he knew it was bound to happen.
But the Chancellor elections weren’t important. Parliament elections were happening in only a few weeks, and the campaigning he was to do would sponsor the party and get more candidates in Parliament. Damn bureaucracy. He hated the slow and tedious Parliamentary System, but Jakob Bauernhof had set the standard. The Honor Party had to win by honest means.
Suddenly, the high speed train starts to slow down, gently bringing itself into the Amsel station. One of the things to look forward to in Amsel was whiskey prices. They would be cheap here, probably 5,000 Kroner, which was cheap nowadays. He could only afford beer anywhere else, he had more money then he had when he got booted on the streets by the Government, but most of what he made from donations went to the party. As the train stops, he hops out of his seat, adorned with a straw hat, a pair of classic green grey trousers, and a white undershirt, which was quickly becoming the Honor Party’s iconic clothing. He waddles his way through the rest of the people trying to get out and finally finds himself on solid ground again. As he starts to strut off towards the park he had chosen for his speech, a young man and a woman come up to him. The man coughed. “Excuse me, are you that Oskar Eroberer fella,” he says. Oskar nods. “Hell, I hope so otherwise I’ve been called the wrong name for 35 years.” The man and woman chuckled. The man spoke again. “Well, me and my wife want to thank you for what you’re doing, bringing the party back and all. We want our kids to be able to grow up in a country that can allow them to have future’s.“ Oskar smiles at both them, one of the few times he actually did. “Well folks, that’s just what we’re gonna do. I got a speech going on at Grenthal Park in 15 minutes. Everyone’s welcome to come, and if you bring you’re kids so they can hear the truth, then I’ll tone down some of the language.” A generous offer from Oskar. The man nods. “Well, we might stop by, I’m sure the kids would like to see who’s trying to make this country a better place.” Oskar smiles again and tips his straw hat, then walks off.
He sees a makeshift wooden stage set up in the park by some of his men. They weren’t organized yet, but they would be by tomorrow. He had organized a conference for the Honor Party to be held in the city the day after his speech. Seeing the wooden stage, a singular stalwart stood at the end of it. That number would increase, by God. Before stepping up, he clears his throat and combs his hair to the side. What he preached was fiery and fierce and was the truth, but his Heartland charm and his looks helped.
He dashes up the wonky stairs to see a large crowd of people surrounding it, some people had already heard of the Honor Party and wanted to jump right in, more though, wanted to see if he was worth it, and he’d show ‘em.
“Hello, people of Amsel, and of the fine state of Öber.” He starts. “Nice to be back in the Heartland. Better weather then Ruhmstadt I must say. Better whiskey, to. But, can you blame the city of Ruhmstadt? No, those poor folks are governed by white bearded fools! You all have seen it for yourself. Imagine that you’re bicycle falls apart. You fix it. It falls apart again. Every time, you fix it just enough to wear it seems like it’ll work, but it always falls apart again.” A good analogy always helped. “That’s what the politicians do. Our country has suffered disasters and crashes time and time again, and the morons and the elites always just say ‘oopsy,’” he imitates having a diamond ring on his finger and using a funny voice to imitate the politicians.
“They put the country back together again to where it looks like we’ll prosper forever, but we always break again. This, I say, is not the duty of a good government. A good government should ensure that the nation is forever on its legs, legs built by titanium, and legs that shall never falter.”
A large portion of the growing crowd cheers, and more people stop to see what he has to say. Oskar smiles at the sight of a young boy being held up by his father to see Oskar speak.
“And so, the Honor Party has been recreated to do just that. I have seen the legs the Government put up, fall in person. I was there when the KSB failed to protect Kaiser Friedrich, and I was there when they covered up my involvement in capturing the red that went and shot him. They even managed to convince the General Staff to order that I never be promoted. I don’t know about you folks, but if a man does a job, and does it well, he should recognized. We see the corruption and the false image the government puts up, and the Honor Party wants to bring it down. The party will start running election campaigns all over this fine state and all over this wonderful country and we will tear the elites and the politicians down, then y’all will see our currency become something again, and our military become something again, and eventually, through not just the Party, but y’all, will see this country become the top dog, the power it has meant to be and God intended it to be!”
The crowd starts cheering, Oskar can’t hardly spot anyone not at the very least clapping till their hands get red. He loved this, he felt a rush overcome him as the people cheered and clapped for him. These wonderful people would not be forgotten, as Oskar never forgot, and would make sure they prospered.
“I’m holding a meeting with some party officials tomorrow and any man or woman who wants to register to vote or see the party up close is welcome to come, that’s where we’ll set up the future of the party, get y’all a candidate and everything. Remember folks, Parliament elections are in a few weeks.
If you’ve seen the truth here today, remember to vote Honor!”
He gives one last wave to the people of Amsel as he starts stepping back. He was covered in sweat, not totally in part due to the muggyness of Öber, and his heart was beating full force. Yes, this was a rush. He tips his straw hat and steps off the wooden stage, going off the meet and talk to the people.
Most people began to leave, satisfied with the speech. A crowd also came to him to talk and meet the man who would bring Honor back. A few people make some small talk, ask him questions. A young boy, probably about 5 comes up to him. “Mr. Honor Party man, will you make vegetables yummy?” Oskar chuckles, a genuine chuckle of joy. Joy? He hadn’t felt joy in a good, long time. He squats to meet the boy eye to eye. “Well, I can’t say that, but I can guarantee I can make it so your family has the money to buy something that is yummy. You like candy?” The boy nods. Oskar hands him two 500 Kroner bank notes. “Take those and go get yourself a treat, you deserve it.” He ruffles the young boy’s hair and then watches him run off. That was why he was doing what he was doing.
A few moments later, he finds himself in the Whiskey and Rye Motel, a type of naming that was common in the Heartland. He walks up to the front desk and asks for a room. The fellow at the desk looks up and smiles. “Hello, Mr. Eroberer. Pleasure to have such an Honorable man here at our motel. I’m sure you are looking for a room?” Oskar nods. “Whatever’s cheap.” He says. He then pulls out his wallet. “Alright, Mr. Eroberer, room 204 is available. One bed, a bathroom, and cheap. 12,000 Kroner for one night.” Oskar grunts in pain, but nods. “Damnit, ok.” He pulls out a a wad of banknotes and counts the amount, and hands him the money. “Alright, you’re all check in, here’s the keys. Honor!” The man gives the party salute. Oskar salutes back and heads to his room.
The next morning, he woke up around 9:30. Today was the day. He gets himself up and puts on a clean pair of the same type of trousers and the same type of undershirt and puts on his straw hat. He goes down to the bottom of the motel and grabs the slosh they were calling free breakfast, which was just powdered eggs and some type of soup, he wasn’t sure what it was exactly. It was bad, but it was free. After quickly eating the shoddy meal, he hauls out to the auditorium the Party was borrowing for their meeting.
He quickly finds the auditorium and enters through the back door, meeting up with a few officials. Hugo Brosch was the party treasurer, and was a former logistics officer in the 6th Panzer Division. Reinhard Sternberg was the party’s propaganda secretary, who had been a mustang, rising to the rank of Soldat to Hauptmann through the course of the GK and the recent Westlicher Krieg. The final official was August Pracht, and was the vice-Chairman of the party. They all were sitting in chairs and were talking to one another. Oskar couldn’t hear them, for the crowd of people sitting and standing in the auditorium had such a collective of noise that the rush from the crowd cheers the day before almost came back to Oskar.
Today though, he had to focus. Today was important. He steps out on to the stage of the auditorium with the rest of the officials and waves at the crowd and gets a cheer, then waves for them to calm down, then takes a seat. “Good evenin’ y’all, pleasure to see so many of you,” he says into the mic on the podium there. “We got a lot to do today, it’s one step closer to Honor!” Triumph still in his voice, he looks over at August Pracht. “I believe the Vice-Chairman has an announcement.”
The slightly plump, jovial man stood up and cleared his throat. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He looks into the crowd and motions for a man to come up to the stage. The man, a tall, tanned farmer came up and waved. “This here is Markus Raeder, and he’s running for Öber’s 5th district in a few weeks under the Honor Party! That’s y’all. If y’all want to see Honor come back to this country and our enemies to reap what they’ve sown, then vote for him!” He pats Raeder on the back and sends him on his way.
Oskar, satisfied, then starts to speak himself. “Reinhard Sternberg and myself have received a request from a fella in Ruhmstadt who runs a radio broadcasting station. This fella wants to start nationwide broadcasts to the whole nation in support of our party and our cause, and so me and Mr. Sternberg have accepted it. Make sure to tune in for music, news, and the truth.” Sternberg stands. “It’s frequency 99.5, of you want to hear it.” The scrawny clerk then nods and sits back down.
Finally, the most important part. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he starts. The main piece of business here today is that of an idea of mine. As you know, the Government always has a target on our backs, so do the foreign socialists and so do the Kampfians and the Kilkirans. Because of this, we need protection that the Government can’t and won’t provide. So, I move to create a paramilitary wing of the Honor Party called the Honor Guard. This will be an organized group meant to protect and help organize the party and will be instructed to order all those in need. The Guard will be actively recruiting, but membership is not compulsory.”
“I 2nd this,” August Pracht says.
The Propaganda Minister and Treasurer both raise their hands. “As do we.”
Oskar nods. “And so, the Honor Guard is created.” For the third time in a span of two days, he smiles a genuine smile. A new record. Finally, a he had a way to really get back at the Government. With radio broadcasts, and the new Guard, his voice would be heard, the truth would be heard, and the government would have a hell of a trouble spreading lies and broken promises.
One step closer to paying back all that he owed.