EPISODE ONE: MILITARY INTELLIGENCE
On stepping through the portal, the party of time travelers experienced the same disorientation, and then a jolt as they rematerialised in an entirely different place. A place that, if it were not hell itself, was certainly hell adjacent.
Everywhere they looked was dirt. Clearly, these were fields that had been churned up to mud, all grass destroyed. And then in the heat of the day - and it
was hot, a midsummer heat - the mud had baked hard, with mis-shapen clods of earth lying atop the uneven ground. All around were holes. Some were clearly man-made, with perhaps a few sandbags atop them, and were large enough to accommodate a couple of people. The majority, though, were strewn with debris and shrapnel, formed by large explosions. There was barbed wire crawling across the landscape in an unpleasant way, with scraps of cloth attached where someone had ventured too close to the horrible spines.
The sky was almost entirely cloudless, and there was no breeze. It was a heavy, hot, summer afternoon. The heat made the smell worse. There was a strange stink. A combination of sulphur, garlic, and mustard, that caught in the throat and nose unpleasantly. There was something else, though. A strangely sweet and repellent odour that came from everywhere at once. The smell of decay. Rotting meat and vegetation.
True to their promise, the Time Lords had arranged for them to arrive where nobody else could see them. But they were not entirely alone. A few feet away was a body. He wore a drab greenish uniform, and had on a simple round metal helmet. Sturdy brown boots, and a harness of many pouches formed the rest of the outfit. He was lying on his front, sprawled in an ungainly and apparently lifeless manner. Beside him was a single shot, bolt action rifle. It was not intact. Something had hit it with enough force to shatter it into two halves.
In the distance there was a constant sound of explosions. Given the look of the place, it could only be an artillery barrage, but by whom, and upon what target, was not clear.
Where were they? With the exception of Leela, who had never experienced the event, nor been at school where the history might be taught, everybody else would know something of their plight. Even Victoria had been at school in the 1960s, and both of the major wars of that century were so deeply ingrained in culture that she could not help but know a little of the events.
They had arrived during the Great War, the War to End All Wars - the First World War. But where, exactly? And when? This blasted wasteland could have been in Flanders, or in Turkey, or who knew where else. Without any frame of reference, all they could do was speculate.
This was a very bad start to their mission. Nobody in their right mind would want to live through this brutal war. And yet, Mortimus was supposedly close by. What could he possibly be up to here?