Southampton 1913

The dark nights are drawing in as the warm summer passes into autumn and it’s starting to look like the winter is going to be a cold one again.  Although the city is yet to feel the impact of war there is a heaviness in the air, a strange calm before the storm, as if the very city itself anticipates the up coming conflict which would eventually leave no continent untouched.

The cards have been stacked, so they say, so carefully, over nearly a century that it only takes the death of one man, one unloved, would be leader, to bring about an impossible string of events that would begin the war to end all wars, possibly even the world.  It’s as if an ancient power has planned out all the events back through history, linking each one by a thread not visible to those of this existence, back to the beginning of time, planing, since the Word said “Let there be Light”.

At a secret location somewhere in Hampshire, in just a few days, there will be a private meeting, the outcome of which could give the soldiers of Great Britain a decisive advantage over their enemy, and provide the country with the means to defend itself against any foe.  At this meeting will be a little man, with big ideas, ideas that could change the face of warfare forever.  On the table for discussion is the development of a new project.  Project Landship.