Sky City Wars

Family Matters

Harold kept looking at the metal and letter and at Aaron. "What do you mean we can't leave Sky City, not just yet?" Asked Aaron. "I mean. Look. There is only one piece. Time travel and teleportation has been made already. We can find these two brothers and ask about this piece. "What was their names?" Asked Harold. "John and Malcolm M. Last name, don't know, but their cousins of Aaron 3 which means they're my grand children." Said Aaron. 

"Well we need to find Aaron 3 and ask about them first." Said Harold. "Well where is he, I thought he died when the engine was damaged." Said Aaron. "Maybe, but I know the Moore family and Aaron Moore the third is a smart man. He didn't die." Said Harold. "But his house. Where would he go?" Asked Aaron. "A Moore always has a second home." Said Harold. "But where could it be?" Asked Aaron. "Somewhere under the city. They have online schematics, but those are in the capitol building." Said Harold. 

"Aaron the third is a highly respected individual, we go in, say we are on business for Mr. Moore and say we are family, which isn't a lie and go in and check." Said Aaron. "Easier said then done." Said Harold. "Can you make the teleporter in a crude fashion from the engines and other parts here?" Asked Aaron. "Yes why?" Asked Harold. "Can they be mini?" Asked Aaron. "Of course." Said Harold. "Okay good." Said Aaron. 

"But why?" Asked Harold. "I have an idea." Said Aaron walking back into the offices. Harold went back to work building the mini teleporter. Aaron was sorting through the files when there was a loud knock at the door. Aaron slowly walked forward and looked through the peephole. 

"I know you're in there Aaron Moore, along with your father Harold Moore. Let me in." Said the man. "Who are you?" Asked Aaron. "My name is Gordon Rimes. I am a member of The Galactic Forces." Said Gordon. "Well Gordon, why do you need us?" Asked Aaron. "We know your relations with John Moore, your grandson." Said Gordon. 

Aaron sighed and opened the door. Gordon walked inside. "Good afternoon Aaron." Said Gordon shaking his hand. "Hello Sir, but what can I do for you?" Asked Aaron. "We got a ping on our radar showing that a piece of the key to Atlantis has been engaged." Said Gordon. "A piece to the key of Atlantis. What the hell is going on?" Asked Aaron. 

"Easy, I'll explain on the ship, you and your father need to come with us." Said Gordon. "And if we don't?" Asked Aaron. "The fate of the future depends on y'all. I wouldn't pass that up." Said Gordon. "Harold! Get over here!" Yelled Aaron. Harold walked into the offices holding a wrench. "Yeah what is.... Who the hell is this?" Asked Harold. 

"Harold, Gordon. Gordon, Harold." Said Aaron. "Who is that?" Asked Harold. "A member of the Galactic Forces." Said Aaron. "Well why is he here?" Asked Harold. "He knows we have a piece to the key of Atlantis." Said Aaron. "Well you can't have it." Said Harold. "No, I know. But we need you guys to help us find the last four pieces." Said Gordon. 

"How can we help?" Asked Aaron. "Your family tree has shown us who are the ones we need." Said Gordon. Harold stayed silent. "What do you mean?" Asked Aaron. "We are going with this man." Said Harold. "Wait why?" Asked Aaron. "I'll tell you later." Said Harold looking at Aaron. 

"Okay Officer Rimes. Lead us to your ship." Said Harold. "Okay, follow me." Said Gordon walking out the door with Harold and Aaron. "Where's Aaron 3?" Asked Aaron. "Aaron 3?" Asked Gordon as they walked down the street. "Yeah I am the first Aaron, and Aaron 3, the one from this year is my grandson." Said Aaron. "Okay, that makes sense." Said Gordon. 

"Where's your ship?" Asked Harold. "Right here." Said Gordon pressing a button on his key. A huge ship appeared out of thin air in the middle of an abandoned parking lot. "Wow, cloaking is possible?" Asked Aaron. "Has been for the last few years. This is a newer ship." Said Gordon. "Cool." Said Aaron as they climbed aboard. 

"Why does your ship look like a Caribbean pirates ship?" Asked Aaron. "Excuse you, but it is a Spanish Galleon." Said Gordon. Aaron mocked him and laughed. They kept walking when Gordon stopped. "Where's your crew?" Asked Harold. "It's all AI." Said Gordon. "Good afternoon." Said a voice. "Hello AI." Said Harold. "My name is Anise." Said Anise. 

"Hello." Said Aaron. "Well this is your crew quarters." Said Gordon as a door slid open and they walked in. "Set your stuff down anywhere and get settled in later. I have to lead you around the ship." Said Gordon.

"First thing that happens, we go to Hawaii and then teleport, I mean time travel all the way to where my grandson lives and now I'm going to travel through space to find parts to a key to Atlantis." Said Aaron. 

"The events of your life is the path to your destiny." Said Harold. They walked towards the bridge and sat down. "Gordon, why the hell are we on here?" Asked Harold. "Do you have the journal?" Asked Gordon. "My journal? What journal?" Asked Harold. "The journal I gave to you 25 years ago. The one that had everything about the key in it." Said Gordon. "Right here." Said Harold pulling a journal out of his coat. "Good, keep it, study it, and help us find those pieces." Said Gordon as he walked away. 

"Let's go to the study." Said Harold. "There's a study here?" Asked Aaron. "Yes this is one of the only ships in the Galaxy that's not a flying home that has one." Said Harold. "How do you know?" Asked Aaron. "This is not my first time on this ship, Gordon and I go way back, when I say way back, I mean way back." Said Harold. "Okay I got it, got it." Said Aaron.