Excerpt from Encyclopedia Galactica (Hero Wiki):

Throughout recorded history, the Cosmo-Knights have been a presence in the galactic affairs of the galaxy. Love and venerated by many, and feared and persecuted by the corrupt and evil. They defend the rights and lives of sentient beings against those who would destroy or enslave them.

Cosmo-Knights are chosen by the Cosmic Forge which gives it some of its power, turning their bodies into cosmic energy batteries. It makes them powerful enough to go into an all-out battle with a starship. Having such power comes with the responsibility to use it correctly and if they become corrupt, they lose their powers. It's possible for them to redeem themselves and therefore regain their powers, but in all of recorded history, only one in a thousand succeed (approximately a dozen succeeded and went on to become heroes of legend).

It's unknown how one can become a Cosmo-Knight as those who are deemed worthy have come from all backgrounds, from emperors and princes to criminals and beggars.

When someone is chosen, the Forge contacts them in a dream and how it appears to the chosen individual varies on the person. They are asked to become a Cosmo-Knight and to make sure they know what they are getting into are shown visions of possible futures, even those with personal loss and tragic endings. If they say yes, they are transformed into supernatural beings with incredible powers, becoming Cosmo Knights.

I grumble to myself 'five more minutes,' to the blaring light shining in my eyes, the combination of warmth and weightlessness being so nice and-

My eyes snap open as I fully realize the loss of any sense of down, and see only darkness and stars.

My throat tightens and my skin freezes, the initial feelings of a panic attack rushing through me, I wrap my arms around myself and curl to gain some feeling like my thoughts blur into an incomprehensible mess.

'AmIdeadohGodI'mdeadwhereamIpleasehelpI'mscaredohgodohgodoh-'

Then everything stops as I rotate and see the earth.

The Blue Marble we call home.

As I see it my mind slows down as I just take in the beauty of seeing her like this, dreaming of this moment. I've seen plenty of pictures from the ISS but seeing it with your own two eyes is something else. A part of me wondering if this is how all astronauts feel up here.

Then comes the abrupt realization that I am in space without a suit and I should either be dead or dying.

Once more panicked thought engages as I look down and-

I find myself intact and not suffering from extreme decompression. Supported by the fact that my eyes haven't expanded rapidly and turned into fine red vapor in the aether yet and I'm still seeing the clothes I'm pretty sure I didn't go to bed in. My dark blue sweater hoodie, bright blue jeans that do not have holes that I did not make myself yet, white tennis shoes, and as I pulled my hoodie out a little to look, my element of surprise t-shirt that I got for Christmas. I also found out that I am breathing in space so that's nice. I fold myself into a lotus position and take deep breaths, not meditating or anything, just doing some old fashioned breathing from the stomach, in through the nose out through the mouth. Also, no sound, disconcerting when you're used to hearing background noises but a novel feeling nonetheless to experience absolute true silence, maybe not so much on the negative scale of decibels but still quite interesting.

After about 2 or 3 minutes, I glance at my watch, digital, not analog, easier to read, and I glance back at the earth, noticing that it is slowly growing larger. It already filled my field of view but now it was growing closer as it came to me after a moment.

I'm falling.

Well, schiesse.

If I were not in the interplanetary void I probably would have been screaming. Well, I am anyway but no one can hear me so it doesn't count. I recall my minimal knowledge of how to fall like a skydiver and open my body my spreading my arms and legs out to maximize air resistance, and hoping that I don't spin out of control, and vomit, and go unconscious, and go splat, and probably some other things I don't know or don't want to know about. As I fall the cold thin air of the earth's upper atmosphere hits me like a hammer, I then hear a high pitched keening noise and discover it's me screaming, and promptly stop. Not to preserve anything, it just hurt to scream. So technically I was preserving my voice? Whatever, I'm falling so thinking about how to survive takes priority at the moment, semantics later, if I survive.

Which being over what appears to be the Atlantic ocean near the Northeast Coast of the United States, I have no idea. I remember from Mythbusters that hitting the water at high enough speeds can be like hitting concrete, but that was at terminal velocity, which I probably have hit by now, and hitting it flat on, which I am doing to slow down...

Merde.

I'm reminded of Felix Baumgartner jump out of the balloon from the edge of space and suddenly screamed internally as I remember that the fall only lasted four minutes.

So when the big blue death surface was growing close at a frighting pace I was surprised to find myself not needing to evacuate myself, I also noticed that I was hungry, I could go for a breakfast burrito, sausage, eggs, hashbrowns in a toasted-

Wait, why haven't I splashed down yet?

I blink, looking around the area I incidentally zoned out from as I drifted in my thoughts. And I find a couple of things:

1. The ocean is above my head, so I apparently had flipped over.

2. I'm floating.

3. The Atlantic is weirdly calm, although I being a desert dweller that's difficult to verify.

4. Floating feels weird.

I 'lean' forward, slowly but not agonizingly so correcting myself so the blood will discontinue its rush to my head and I can get a superior sense of my surroundings so I can swiftly return to a solid surface to rest my feet upon. I look up, now currently realigned with the gravity well of earth, into the night sky, the moon in I think waxing crescent, it's hard to remember sometimes. Anyway, I try to remember which way was America, pointing in the best guess and try to fly that way.

HOLYCRAPTOOFASTTOOFASTWOAHWOAHWOA-

I slam into something, hard, I heard a sharp crack earlier, it was either my spine or the sound barrier.

That boom confirms the supersonic bit but not the possibility of broken bones. I lay where I crashed for a moment, waiting for the adrenaline to wear off and the pain to set in so I now to scream for an ambulance. I wait for a moment, then two, then panic that I might have just severed my spine and I'm now a quadriplegic. but I fall down from the wall and feel my body smack concrete with a thud so that's not it. I push myself up and note that falling onto- wait, concrete? Did I run into something important, I hope not. I glance at what I did faceplant into and find a brick wall, inside of a warehouse, and behind me is a me-shaped hole. I choose to walk on the ground for the moment until I learn not to fly at Mach 1 when you're a neophyte at the ability.

More new facts about myself!

5. Floating is actually flying

6. I fly at an apparent minimum of Mach 1 which is definitely annoying.

7. I am somewhat indestructible, able to survive my crashing through and into a brick wall at Mach 1.

8. My clothes also apparently share this durability, very handy.

I walk out of the warehouse and look around, finding myself in a kind of dock, very run down, weird, must have been bad decisions. I continue to walk away and find a fence, no razorwire atop it, and not wanting to risk supersonic jumping and further waking up the entire city and maybe break some glass, though unlikely.

I hear sirens, police? No, unless the NYPD uses different sounding sirens, well I haven't really heard a police siren but it's still an interesting thought. Note, I am definitely not on my original earth, where I'm pretty sure all the stuff I did earlier is not physically or medically possible. I really hope I didn't break any laws.

Besides damaging someone else's property.

And Trespassing.

And disturbing the peace with my sonic boom.

BUT IT WAS ALL ACCIDENTAL!

Should I stay or should I go?

I'm going to stay, please don't be evil.