The Flying Ace

Flying through the night sky at Mach 3, I went through the clouds like a comet. The lights of the city below flickered like a thousand stars stretched endlessly in a cosmic art towards the horizon.

I flew on in relaxation and comfort. I’d taken to wearing a bodysuit anytime I was out as a Bastion. Not to cosplay as a superhero, but because of the protection it afforded me.

The futuristic bodysuit my Power of Manifestation provided me was awesome. It was tight, though not as tight as Lycra. It was made up of something M called differentiating molecules which meant it could change constitution to become stronger than graphene, and could also change to transform into other types of protective clothing. To top it was my half face helmet which covered up from the top of my head to just the bridge of my nose. It could become a full face helmet in a second. It had everything from ventilators to a H.U.D visor.