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What is this you may ask? This is called "The Channel Pact". It is a short 12 minute Fan fictional documentary and is set in an alternative timeline where the German Empire (AKA Nazi Germany) and the United Kingdom's attempt to establish a new world order.
A trailer shall be soon...
STORY PROLOGUE
March 12th, 1936, Berlin, Germany
Lord Halifax stared blankly at the papers lying in front of him. Was this a joke? Some Jerry trick? He read and reread the headline over and over, to let it sink in. “Channel Pact for Harmonious Expanse of Nations”. Despite many terms in the office of Foreign Affairs of the British Empire, he had never quite seen something like this. A pact. The Channel Pact. With the Germans. Nevermind. He had already made up his mind.
“Herr Constantin, with all due respect, these documents… are sheer madness! I refuse to sign such a demonous treaty!”
The German foreign minister rocked back and forth in his luxurious leather chair, grinning slightly as he lit a cigar.
“It is for the best interests of the nations we serve”
“My government will never comply with such ideas!”
Constantin leaned back and grabbed a pen and paper to write something down. It was obvious that he became unnerved by the stubborn position of this British diplomat.
“Very well then. If that is how you feel, our affairs are done here. A plane will be waiting at Tempelhof to escort you back to London. Have a pleasant flight.”
Lord Halifax stood up and was about to leave the room when Constantin handed him a sealed letter. The brown envelope was imprinted with a Reichsadler. The writing said “To V. De Nil, Grand Admiral of the British Navy- CONFIDENTIAL”
“I do hope Lord, that when you arrive in the Houses of Parliament, you will have a sufficient explanation for your decision here, Have a nice day.”
March 15th, 1936, London, United Kingdom
Mosley sighed tiredly, and stared at the documents and the letter on the desk in front of him. Lord Halifax looked at him from across the table.
“Sir; why would the Germans send a confidential letter to one of our Grand Admirals?”
“This is none of your affairs lord.”
Mosley took up the pile of documents and stared at the headline. The Channel Pact…
“What is your affairs though, is why I am looking at an unsigned pile of documents”
“But, sir… do you want me to sign those? They’re pure madness! Have you even read the…”
“I am fully aware of the contents, Halifax.”
“Sorry sir, I overreacted.”
Mosley leaned over the table in his typical threatening fashion
“Let me put it this way Halifax. In the name of the Order of the British Empire, the Crown Dependencies and the Commonwealth of the Federation, I demand that you sign these papers this instant”
“Why would you want to cooperate with the jerries sir? They’re loonies! Out of this world! Complely wa…”
“ENOUGH! It is in the best interest of both our nations. You will sign them or I’ll have you on jungle guard duty in Burma before the week ends. Which do you prefer?”
Lord Halifax took a pen and signed the documents.
“There. I hope you know what you are doing. I feel I have just signed the treaty to be the end of the United Kingdom”
“As I said; it is none of your affairs. Mary!”
Mosley’s secretary strode into the room
“Yes sir?”
Mosley handed her the documents
“Send two copies of these to Berlin. One to Reichsfuhrer Adolf Hitler. And the other one…”
Mosley whispered something into her ear
“I see sir. I’ll have these on their way as soon as possible”
As Mary walked out the room, Halifax chuckled
“Quite some secrecy in the Parliament nowadays, wouldn’t you agree?”
Mosley did not answer but instead gave Halifax a dark stare
“Your job is done here. There is an Anglo-Russian economical exchange summit in Leningrad next week. We’re sending you along with Spencer to lead the negotiations there”
“Leningrad? Ah man. Last time I was there the Russians tried to sell us brandfree meat products. The boys from Health researched it. Turns out they had prepared tons upon tons of rat meat. If I recall correctly, the Poles bought it all. Poor sods”
“Enjoy yourselves anyway. I hear Leningrad is nice in spring”
Lord Halifax left the room mumbling. Mosley could faintly hear “So is Siberia” under al the mutter. He sighed, picked up the letter and entered the room next door
This side office was smaller as the Prime Minister’s office. Light faintly seeped in from the closed window blinds. The room was mostly undecorated, save for a large Union Jack over the fireplace and old yellowy pictures of the HMS Dreadnought. Sitting at a small desk in the corner, a large and impressive figure was writing a report. The enormous array of medals and ribbons hanging from his clean olive suit reflected the faint light. “Good morning, Oswald Mosley, Prime Minister of the British Empire”. The figure chuckled
“Save it. Jerry sends mail” Mosley threw the letter on the figure’s desk.
“I suppose it’s from our German friend?”
“Undoubtedly” the figure broke the seal and started reading the letter. He grinned.
“What?”
“Nothing. Everything is according to plan”
Mosley shrugged “I guess that’s a good thing.”
“It appears I am no longer needed here at the moment. Would you have need of me, I’ll be in Birmingham for the remainder of the month.”
“Birmingham? For some more of your obscure ‘business’ I suppose?”
“Actually no. I heard this great new Chinese restaurant opened on Buckingham Street last week, and I want to check it out.”
Mosley stared blankly at the figure
“I have to admit, you are one of a kind”
The figure summoned a stylish black hat and put it on
“I’ll be gone then. Have a nice time ruling the country, Prime Minister”
“Oh jolly. You have no idea. I’ve got farmers rebelling in Northern Ireland for more autonomy or whatnot. I suspect the Irish of feeding their separatism.”
“Don’t worry. Ireland will be dealt with, in due time. Farewell.”
“If you will, bring back some Peking duck for the guys at Internal Affairs when you get back. They’ve been working for thirty-six hours non-stop without food or water”
“You aren’t paying them are you?”
“Of course not!”
“Thank god. Damn liberals”
“Agreed, Farewell brother.”
END OF PROLOGUE
Lord Halifax stared blankly at the papers lying in front of him. Was this a joke? Some Jerry trick? He read and reread the headline over and over, to let it sink in. “Channel Pact for Harmonious Expanse of Nations”. Despite many terms in the office of Foreign Affairs of the British Empire, he had never quite seen something like this. A pact. The Channel Pact. With the Germans. Nevermind. He had already made up his mind.
“Herr Constantin, with all due respect, these documents… are sheer madness! I refuse to sign such a demonous treaty!”
The German foreign minister rocked back and forth in his luxurious leather chair, grinning slightly as he lit a cigar.
“It is for the best interests of the nations we serve”
“My government will never comply with such ideas!”
Constantin leaned back and grabbed a pen and paper to write something down. It was obvious that he became unnerved by the stubborn position of this British diplomat.
“Very well then. If that is how you feel, our affairs are done here. A plane will be waiting at Tempelhof to escort you back to London. Have a pleasant flight.”
Lord Halifax stood up and was about to leave the room when Constantin handed him a sealed letter. The brown envelope was imprinted with a Reichsadler. The writing said “To V. De Nil, Grand Admiral of the British Navy- CONFIDENTIAL”
“I do hope Lord, that when you arrive in the Houses of Parliament, you will have a sufficient explanation for your decision here, Have a nice day.”
March 15th, 1936, London, United Kingdom
Mosley sighed tiredly, and stared at the documents and the letter on the desk in front of him. Lord Halifax looked at him from across the table.
“Sir; why would the Germans send a confidential letter to one of our Grand Admirals?”
“This is none of your affairs lord.”
Mosley took up the pile of documents and stared at the headline. The Channel Pact…
“What is your affairs though, is why I am looking at an unsigned pile of documents”
“But, sir… do you want me to sign those? They’re pure madness! Have you even read the…”
“I am fully aware of the contents, Halifax.”
“Sorry sir, I overreacted.”
Mosley leaned over the table in his typical threatening fashion
“Let me put it this way Halifax. In the name of the Order of the British Empire, the Crown Dependencies and the Commonwealth of the Federation, I demand that you sign these papers this instant”
“Why would you want to cooperate with the jerries sir? They’re loonies! Out of this world! Complely wa…”
“ENOUGH! It is in the best interest of both our nations. You will sign them or I’ll have you on jungle guard duty in Burma before the week ends. Which do you prefer?”
Lord Halifax took a pen and signed the documents.
“There. I hope you know what you are doing. I feel I have just signed the treaty to be the end of the United Kingdom”
“As I said; it is none of your affairs. Mary!”
Mosley’s secretary strode into the room
“Yes sir?”
Mosley handed her the documents
“Send two copies of these to Berlin. One to Reichsfuhrer Adolf Hitler. And the other one…”
Mosley whispered something into her ear
“I see sir. I’ll have these on their way as soon as possible”
As Mary walked out the room, Halifax chuckled
“Quite some secrecy in the Parliament nowadays, wouldn’t you agree?”
Mosley did not answer but instead gave Halifax a dark stare
“Your job is done here. There is an Anglo-Russian economical exchange summit in Leningrad next week. We’re sending you along with Spencer to lead the negotiations there”
“Leningrad? Ah man. Last time I was there the Russians tried to sell us brandfree meat products. The boys from Health researched it. Turns out they had prepared tons upon tons of rat meat. If I recall correctly, the Poles bought it all. Poor sods”
“Enjoy yourselves anyway. I hear Leningrad is nice in spring”
Lord Halifax left the room mumbling. Mosley could faintly hear “So is Siberia” under al the mutter. He sighed, picked up the letter and entered the room next door
This side office was smaller as the Prime Minister’s office. Light faintly seeped in from the closed window blinds. The room was mostly undecorated, save for a large Union Jack over the fireplace and old yellowy pictures of the HMS Dreadnought. Sitting at a small desk in the corner, a large and impressive figure was writing a report. The enormous array of medals and ribbons hanging from his clean olive suit reflected the faint light. “Good morning, Oswald Mosley, Prime Minister of the British Empire”. The figure chuckled
“Save it. Jerry sends mail” Mosley threw the letter on the figure’s desk.
“I suppose it’s from our German friend?”
“Undoubtedly” the figure broke the seal and started reading the letter. He grinned.
“What?”
“Nothing. Everything is according to plan”
Mosley shrugged “I guess that’s a good thing.”
“It appears I am no longer needed here at the moment. Would you have need of me, I’ll be in Birmingham for the remainder of the month.”
“Birmingham? For some more of your obscure ‘business’ I suppose?”
“Actually no. I heard this great new Chinese restaurant opened on Buckingham Street last week, and I want to check it out.”
Mosley stared blankly at the figure
“I have to admit, you are one of a kind”
The figure summoned a stylish black hat and put it on
“I’ll be gone then. Have a nice time ruling the country, Prime Minister”
“Oh jolly. You have no idea. I’ve got farmers rebelling in Northern Ireland for more autonomy or whatnot. I suspect the Irish of feeding their separatism.”
“Don’t worry. Ireland will be dealt with, in due time. Farewell.”
“If you will, bring back some Peking duck for the guys at Internal Affairs when you get back. They’ve been working for thirty-six hours non-stop without food or water”
“You aren’t paying them are you?”
“Of course not!”
“Thank god. Damn liberals”
“Agreed, Farewell brother.”
END OF PROLOGUE
