Brand Old Day (Open)
Scott West looked from the rooftop in his gold and silver bodysuit, his red hair moving slightly with the breeze, his goggles on tight. His little robotic drone Scooter hovered near him, with his two hover plates ready to deploy for emergency retreats for himself and Scott.
"Look at it Scooter. This city, Keystone City, 500 years before I will be a twinkle in Mom's eye. Before Mom will be a twinkle in anyone's eye. Traversing time and hypertime fragments to come here. And thus our quest begins!"
"Sir... why are you telling me this? I came here with you with the same chronoporter circuit. It's just our luck they both burnt out."
"Scooter, it's not my fault that I used the wrong isotope of yttrium for the circuit. And how would I know that it would react poorly with the valorium mesh of the suit?"
"Basic chemistry, sir?"
Scott made a sour face at the drone. "Cheeky robot. I'd turn down your sarcasmeter if it didn't make you so good at banter."
"Thank you sir. I will take that as a compliment." Scott smiled. He was happy he took Scooter along, give himself a friend. He was always good at making friends, even if he meant it literally. A mental impulse to his suit and the jet boots turn on, lifting him on compressed air alone.
"Well Scooter, let's patrol. The Flashes can't have all the fun, right?"
"Right, sir!" At that, the two fly over the rooftops, making sure that the city sees it's new metallic guardians. I mean, why wear a golden tech suit if no one will see it?
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