Origin of Streamline
In 1947, daredevil USAF pilot Captain Robert ‘Streamline’ Coulton had his first encounter with a UFO. Flying on patrol in Roswell, New Mexico, the captain and his wingman expected just another quiet flyby of the area. What happened was anything but ‘quiet’.
Both planes were flying in formation when the pilots noticed a ‘flying disk’ maneuvering with uncanny agility and grace in the air next to them. A beam of light shot out from under the alien vessel and shone directly on Coulton’s plane. The plane suddenly disappeared from his wingman’s view, who radioed back in to base relaying the unexpected encounter.
Half an hour later, Captain Coulton was returned back to his original position, although this time, he was floating in mid-air. His plane was gone. His wingman, who’d been ordered to follow the alien craft witnessed the captain floating in mid-air and was too shocked to keep track of the disk as it sped off at an incredible speed into the distance.
Terrified he would fall, Coulton wished he could fight gravity’s effects and stay aloft. When he realized his mental commands became a reality and he understood that he was actually hovering under his own willpower, the incredible fear he’d been gripped with a moment ago dissolved into the sheer delight at the thought of being able to fly unaided!
Getting back to base, Coulton made a soft landing surrounded by nearly everyone at the base who’d heard his terrified wingman’s cries of incredulity over the tannoy system.
Ushered into a private meeting with various military and secret service personnel, Coulton was placed under hypnosis to explain the missing half hour he’d experienced whilst being on the alien craft. The ‘men in black’ were also anxious to know just exactly how he’d come by such a miraculous power. They were visibly disgruntled when Coulton could only offer them snippets of memories. Describing the aliens aboard the craft in a way that would eventually become synonymous with the ‘grey’ stereo-type, the only thing he remembered from the short time with them was a phrase they transmitted to his brain: “The Cascade flows through you now. Seek the others. Unite and overcome. Darkness lies ahead.” There was a stray impression that the aliens had placed him in a shaft of silver light that had caused him to feel a sensation somewhere between extreme pleasure and pain before finding himself floating in the air without his plane.
Dissatisfied with the cursory explanation, the secret service agents ordered the base commander to arrest Coulton and place him in a cell under the charge that he was conspiring with enemy agents, possibly communists. At the first sign of trouble, Coulton leaped from his chair and barged past the guards who were trying to slap cuffs on him. Both men were sent careening into opposite walls. One actually ended up embedded in the wall. Again shocked, the young pilot pleaded with the agents, that he had no idea why or how he’d ended up with the amazing powers he was displaying. He also insisted that they let him go. Out of some twisted delusion they could prevent him from escaping, the agents drew their firearms and fired at him at point-blank range. When the bullets just ricocheted off his seemingly impenetrable skin, they suddenly backed off and called for armoured support.
Coulton made his own way out of the base, smashing through the metal roof as if he were punching through tin foil. Tanks below spat out shells in his direction, but Robert’s aerial maneuverability was just too fast for them to connect with a shot. His old wingman, scared and under orders to take to the air and bring him down at all costs, did as he was ordered, though under extreme duress. Robert stopped in the air as his friend’s fighter flew closer, firing ineffectual shots at him as it did. When it was close enough, Coulton grabbed onto it, ripped off the cockpit with one deft motion, activated his wingman’s ejection seat with another, sending him flying upwards and the plane crashing into the desert below. Seeing that his friend’s parachute deployed successfully, Robert flew as fast as he could without pause until the sun set and rose again the following day.