Foreword - Some time ago I wrote a separate foreword as an experiment, but while it didn't really work for me, it's given me the option to write a general disclaimer before I get cracking with my work.

I love Space 1999, and when I heard Big Finish was reviving it from scratch with the brilliant Mark Bonnar who voiced a Time Lord villain who was in the Big Finish productions, I was overjoyed. This is my homage to the series, a collection of short stories dealing with AU ideas, and as a warning, there will be crossovers at a later date, just to let you know.

If you have any ideas for any short stories, please tell me.

Enjoy.

- For the first short story, it occurred to me how did the Moon get so far so quickly. And it struck me they might have discovered something to give them a push.

Space 1999.

The Drift.

"You must order an evacuation, Koenig!" Simmonds's impassioned shout was quickly becoming a hysterical yell, and he came very close to Moonbase Alpha's new commander, invading his personal space and looking like he was very close to grabbing hold of Koenig and shaking him.

It took all of John Koenig's self-discipline not to do one of two things, the first was to simply punch Simmonds in the face for shouting at him, and the second was to simply stand there and be yelled at. He did neither, not out of any real respect for Simmonds, but because he didn't want to hurt anyone and have it spread around the base that he had punched Simmonds in front of everyone in Main Mission.

The last thing he needed right now was everyone being too nervous to be around him out of fear he would punch them in the face, but Simmonds was coming dangerously close to pushing him that far.

Although judging from the manner in which several of the Main Mission crew were looking at the Commissioner of Space Command, Simmonds was not endearing himself to them, if he ever had, and a few looked like they wished they could just throw him out of an airlock, but Koenig was not going to allow that to happen, not on his watch.

"We can't evacuate, Commissioner," Koenig replied, stressing each word.

He wanted this argument to end. He and the rest of the command team needed to have an urgent meeting to help them survive now they had been blasted out of Earth orbit in order to get things done for their long term survival.

Alright, most of Alpha was in shambles, Main Mission included, but the sooner they had the meeting, the easier it would be for them to sort through the myriad of tasks affecting them. But first they needed to get Simmonds to calm down before things spiralled out of control, and the last thing Koenig needed was for things to go mad right now and worse than they were now.

"Why not?!" Simmonds was definitely going into hysteria.

Koenig closed his eyes for a second to count to ten before he opened his eyes patiently. "When the moon was blasted out of orbit," he began patiently while he held back the urge to add because of all the nuclear garbage you and the rest of Space Command sent up here, "it took a while before gravity stabilised before we could move. By that point, we were too far away from Earth."

"So?" Simmonds refused to get the picture. "We have the Eagles-."

Koenig couldn't believe Simmonds was this dense, but fortunately, Victor and Alan approached in support. "The Eagles are no good to us now, Commissioner," Alan interrupted, and John picked up a slight insolence, contempt in Alan's voice but he wasn't going to say a word.

Fortunately, Simmonds was too desperate to notice.

"Commissioner," Victor began in his cool manner as he began picking up on what Alan and John were saying, "when the moon was accelerating out of orbit like a rocket, Earth was already quite a distance so the Eagles can no longer cover the distance. There is nothing we can do any more than they can."

Simmonds looked like he was not getting it, or he was simply refusing to see reason. "I can't accept that," he argued, "Moonbase Alpha is continually sending out Eagles all the time-."

"Yeah," Alan said dryly, "between Earth and the moon when we were still in orbit! They are designed as short-range transporters."

"One of the reasons why we don't have a base on Mars or Venus or one of the Martian moons is because they are out of range most times, with Mars only coming into orbit once every two years although there is a brief window of opportunity to send expeditions to Mars and study it," Victor said solemnly while he held up a hand to calm Alan down so he could have his own say in this pointless debate, "but thanks to the orbit, our Eagles are simply incapable of reaching the Red Planet and its moons, that's why our Eagles don't fly to Mars."

John knew how Victor felt; the Professor had been one of the driving forces behind the foundation of a scientific research colony on Mars much like Moonbase Alpha, though on Mars there would be more o explore and to survey, but the problems with funding and the fact construction of such a base would need to take place incredibly quickly had put paid to those plans, although Victor had lived in hope for a long time it would happen, although now he would never see if such a Martian base was developed.

Victor carried on, clearly hoping the infusion of cool, calm logic would make the hysterical Commissioner who just couldn't cope with this kind of situation see sense. "Why do you think our long-range probe ships take so long to design and construct, Commissioner? You of all people who talk about budget costs and the time it takes for the work to go on, and the complaints when something goes on should know the reason why the probe ships take forever. It's because scientists and engineers need time to properly calculate the duration of the voyage, and it has to be done carefully in order to take into account the amounts of food, water, air, and fuel while also providing enough extra in case something goes on. Only a long haul spacecraft that is fully equipped to deal with the new gravitational anomalies created when our moon was torn out of orbit, that can detect and plot a flight path through those same anomalies, and has the power to reach an object that is getting further and further away from Earth, and has the power to get back, can rescue us. Earth doesn't have that technology."

Victor looked solemnly at Simmonds. Koenig knew without a doubt one of Victor's biggest headaches was the ever-ending lack of resources to properly explore space, and the lack of any real research into breaking the light barrier. There were several theories of travelling faster than light, but they were still theoretical because no-one was properly funding the work needed to find the clues, working out the particulars and taking both successes and failures before finally working out how to develop a faster than light drive.

Victor himself had several ideas on faster than light propulsion, but he'd never had the chance to work on them. With a faster than light engine, such as a warp engine or some kind of teleportation drive, they could reach the outer planets in the solar system which rendered things like probe ships which took forever obsolete. Actually, a probe ship with teleportation abilities would have the duration criteria needed to explore distant places before returning home.

They could definitely do with that type of power right about now.

Simmonds had a talent for ignoring problems and looking to the easiest solution. He had shown this irritating and irrational talent many times, the most recent had been when he had ignored the problems caused by the nuclear waste dumps on the moon and refusing to act until the last minute. Now he was ignoring most of what Victor was saying in favour of looking to something else in the scientists' explanation.

"What about the Meta Probe?" he asked. "That is a long duration spaceship. Surely it can reach us?"

"No, it can't, it was destroyed, remember?" Koenig snapped, starting to get truly irritated their points were being ignored. He was also frustrated this man who was supposed to be a Commissioner didn't seem to understand anything about space exploration and the problems that bogged down deep-space missions and was responsible for constantly denying funds to trying to rectify them, or taking the steps needed to rectify them. "It was destroyed along with the Space station."

"All the astronauts qualified to pilot that ship has either slipped into comas or died," Dr Helena Russell pointed out, her eyes turning down in sadness that they hadn't been able to properly diagnose the problem of the electromagnetic distortions which had burnt out the brains of the astronauts until it was too late.

Simmonds sent her a dark look, finding someone to blame. "If you had properly identified the problem, Doctor," he stressed the title which made Helena stiffen angrily before he turned to Victor, "and you, Professor, we may have had those astronauts and a chance to get home-."

Koenig had had enough. Pointing the finger wasn't going to help them, and at that moment his temper snapped.

"Simmonds, SHUT UP!" Koenig yelled and he grabbed hold of the politician's shoulders and spun him around, and he even shook the stunned Commissioner to make him wake up and see reality. "Pointing the blame is not going to help us now. Do you think I wanted us trapped on Alpha? Do you really think I would have announced we weren't even going to try to get home if I didn't think there was a chance? We are trapped here, and there is nothing we can do about it. In any case, the Meta Probe won't be able to catch up with us anyway because the Inter-planetary Space Station was knocked out of orbit, same as us. It was destroyed because it was too fragile to cope with being knocked out of orbit. Even if it wasn't and the Meta probe was still operational, they couldn't get us back. Earth just doesn't have the technology to get us back, not when we are moving further and further out of range; do you really think we'd still be here if that was the case? The Meta Probe was the only long-range ship in orbit, now its been knocked away as well and its pieces are now littering the space where the moon used to be, and there's no way it can be launched in time to get us back in time. All that talk about Space Command getting us back is not going to happen; all of them know it won't. They aren't going to help. Soon they are going to have to clean up the mess that was caused when we were torn out of orbit. We are on our own. You had better accept it."

Koenig let go of Simmonds, who was looking at him stunned that he'd even thought of touching him, but John didn't care. He was about to say something else when there was shaking all around them.

Helena looked around fearfully despite her attempts to maintain her professional calm. "What's going on now?" she asked.

Koenig ignored the question and turned to Kano. "Kano, check Computer," he ordered.

Kano nodded and went to his desk and checked while the shaking grew stronger and stronger. He shook his head in frustration. "I'm sorry, Commander. Computer isn't getting any reading."

Suddenly there was a jerk and everyone was knocked to the ground again, though it was far less stronger than the G-force they'd experienced when the Moon was blown out of Earth's orbit. Koenig squeezed his eyes shut when a series of bright lights flashed around him, but they soon subsided, and the tremendous pressure on his body faded as well and he was able to lift his head tiredly.

"Is everyone alright?" he asked aloud.

"Yes, Commander," he heard Paul say.

Koenig was relieved to hear others give positive affirmatives in Main Mission, and he clambered painfully to his feet. The force that had held him had given him the impression of being squeezed in a giant vice. From the looks of everyone around him, he could tell he wasn't alone.

"Check all section," Koenig ordered as he helped up someone who was lying on the floor and got them to their feet.

"John, you'd better come and see this," Victor called out, and everyone in the room heard the grim tone in the scientists' voice.

Koenig sighed and wondered what else had happened this time. He didn't have time for any more disasters. All he wanted was to check on the rest of the base, have a meeting that would help them shape their survival, and begin putting in plans to finding a new alternative place to live. Still, he walked over to where his old friend had gone. Victor had walked over to one of the viewports.

Victor glanced at him grimly and pointed. Koenig's gaze followed his finger. For a moment Koenig had no idea what he was meant to see, though he had expected to see the distant blue orb that was the planet of his birth, but as he looked-

"Where's Earth?" he asked in confusion when she realised he couldn't see where Earth was and he realised what Victor was getting at, unable to check his surprise so his voice carried over the whole of Main Mission but because he had his back to the others he didn't see their reactions.

Victor shrugged grimly. "Relative to where we are now, I don't know."

Koenig stared at him questioningly. "Do you have a theory?" he asked in a manner that said he did know Victor had an idea, but he wasn't going to say anything until he had proper proof.

"Only an idea, John," the scientist replied before he called over his shoulder. "Kano, get Computer to calculate our position, please."

"Yes, Professor," Kano said as he got to work. The computer technician had dozens of other tasks to conduct, but like everyone else, he was now curious about where they were relative to where they had been.

It took Kano two minutes to get the response from Computer and as he held up the reply slip. For a minute Kano was staring at the slip with disbelief, to the point of gaping.

"Kano, what is it? What does it say?" Koenig asked.

Kano was still looking at the slip with disbelief.

Alan walked over to his colleague and gently prised the piece of paper from his hands before he read it himself. Like Kano, it was clear he couldn't believe what he was reading. He looked up, his eyes full of disbelief. "Commander, Computer has discovered a star that was detected by the TITAN array about four years ago, when it was conducting a scan on the other side of the galaxy. We are only two light-years near to the star, according to Computer."

Koenig exhaled sharply as he heard the report. No, it can't be-! he tried to deny it, but he knew it couldn't be denied since Computer had run careful scans and they all knew it.

Redundantly and after licking his lips, Alan went on in order to hammer the point home. "We're on the other side of the galaxy, Commander."

"How is that possible so quickly?" Paul asked in a faint whisper that still carried in the suddenly quiet room as they processed what they had just heard.

"We were close to Earth… now we're here," Alan said, looking around himself, confused.

"A Space Warp," Tanya whispered as her mind remembered a scrap of knowledge she'd picked up and filed over the years. "We must have gone through a Space Warp."

It made sense.

Ever since the discovery of Black Holes, or Black Suns, rips in the fabric of space/time, many scientists had postulated the existence of a relative known as the wormhole, or the Space Warp. Not many scientists were even certain Space Warps even existed. Unlike black holes, they were virtually impossible to detect, but some scientists said they were not visible phenomena. It looked like they were right.

"There was a Space Warp on our very doorstep, only we never saw it," Koenig whispered as he looked around and sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to mentally sort through everything that was happening around him. So many things were happening at once it was virtually impossible for him to process it all.

"And it catapulted us to the other side of the galaxy," Helena said, her eyes glazed as she herself was trying to take everything in.

Kano had recovered from his surprise and now he was checking the Computer. "We are also picking up speed, Commander. The Space Warp must have increased our momentum."

Koenig walked over to the Computer desk and he leaned over Kano so he could see the controls and displays. Kano was right. They had picked up speed from where they were. "Keep an eye on the speed, Kano. Report if there are any increases or decreases."

Kano nodded as he leaned over the desk, but something occurred to him. "If we could go near one Space Warp and not detect it, we could encounter another burst of acceleration," he pointed out.

Koenig looked at him sharply but realised he was right.

"So far, our casualties were light," Helena was saying later during the meeting. "A few suffered a few bumps and concussions, but fortunately no deaths when we were broken out of orbit. The Space Warp just shook a few up a bit more, but that's about all. I'm going to be advising more physicals to make sure no-one suffers from any long term effects."

"Good idea," Koenig replied as he privately wondered just how they could cope with the effects of the Space Warp when they were further from it. "Keep us informed."

Helena nodded as she wrote a few notes down in her notebook.

Koenig turned to Alan. "We're going to need the Eagles for short term duration flights to scout out local space. How are we for fuel?"

"We received a fuel resupply from Earth a few months before we were….broken away," Carter said, stumbling over the fact they had been broken away from Earth's orbit, but he said the words as if they were still a terrible dream, a nightmarish scenario that shouldn't happen in reality. But it wasn't a dream. This was real. This was really happening. "But as long as we're frugal," the pilot went on, "we should be able to stretch the supply; Earth usually sends us about five-years worth of fuel anyway, which was one of the biggest headaches we received from the Commission because it cost so much for us to routinely send out our ships deeper into space for observational missions. In our current mess, if we're frugal, we might be able to make the supply last longer."

Koenig nodded. "Okay," he said, though he was hopeful by then they would have already found a new home so they wouldn't need to worry too much, but just the same he was worried about the sudden thought which popped into his mind about the thought of their Eagles losing fuel when they needed them. "Victor, do you have any ideas of how we can increase our fuel reserves even if we're frugal?"

The scientist leaned back in his seat thoughtfully while he pondered the problem. "We could try to create the fuel from the chemical elements already present on the moon," Victor suggested, "most of them are here already, so why not try to manufacture our own?"

"That's actually a good idea," Paul agreed. "At the same time, we might have enough to manufacture our own water for food."

Koenig smiled at his team. "That is a good idea," he smiled before he turned to the scientist. "Get started on finding ways of using the chemicals and elements on the moon, Victor. The sooner we have those resources, the easier it will be for us in the long run."

The meeting went on for about two hours. They spoke about the morale of Alpha and ways of keeping it up so then there wouldn't be riots and blood everywhere in time. It was Paul who suggested they have movie nights to try to keep everyone happy for the time being. It was a rather simple solution, but it was the only thing they could think of that would work for now.

They also discussed the Space Warp and ways they might have in detecting them in future. Nothing came of that point though. Space Warps were currently far beyond them, and they wouldn't magically understand them now they'd been catapulted to the other side of the galaxy.

"Where do you think we're going to be heading for next, sir," Paul asked as the meeting came to an end.

Everyone paused when they heard the question, and they turned to Koenig, awaiting an answer. "I don't know," he said after a moment's thought, "somewhere new."