The Red Desert
Chapter 3: Mirages of the Past
A Gundam Wing fan tribute. I do not own Gundam Wing.
"Is he going to make it?" a female voice asked in a surprised tone.
"I've never seen burns like these!"
The elderly man sighed as he wheeled his patient down a massive cylindrical corridor, followed by two scantily-clad young girls in medical attire. She clearly wasn't speaking to the old man, but he was the only one who really knew the answer.
"Stop pretending to be a big shot. You've never even seen any burns before, ever!" quipped the second girl. "I have too!" said the other, quickly.
It had been a short flight to the underground base from the crash site, but the elderly man's patience was still running thin.
"Would you two mind being quiet? I don't think arguing is going to fix any injuries." he said.
"Oh, shut up grandpa."
He hurried his pace in an attempt to leave the girls behind. They caught up rather quickly, but he had enjoyed the fleeting moment of solace. There was still plenty of room between them and their destination. The corridor they were rushing down was part of an underground hangar, which was stocked with a multitude of cylindrical airships used to navigate the surface of the planet. The girls continued their incessant bantering, but as the pilot on the roller bed slowly opened his eyes, they squealed.
"Oh my God he's so cute!" they shrieked in unison as they leaned over and stared into his eyes. The elderly man shook his head.
"Heaven?" the pilot whispered, staring at the bouncing breasts at his side.
"Maybe for you." the old man grunted.
The pilot could barely make out the old man's face, but he could see that he had thick facial hair and was rather short.
`He's too short to be Howard.' he thought, but he wanted to get a better look.
"Don't try to move. You shouldn't even be alive." said the old man, noticing his restlessness.
"Just be patient and we'll do what we can for you."
"You bet!" said one girl. "That's right!" said the other.
The pilot filled his eyes with their perfect breasts one more time before he succumbed to fatigue.
...
Her eyes were purple and glistened like crystals in the dim candlelight. The pilot gazed into them and exhaled sharply as their naked bodies intertwined. He could feel her breasts against his chest as her hard nipples pressed into his own. His hands caressed her back and pulled her closer, wanting to feel all of her, to take refuge from the world deep inside. Her lips parted as he pushed his erectness against her, and he kissed her as he slid himself back and forth against her moist skin, but not inside. Her tongue traced his lips before it entered his mouth and began to caress his own, its moisture paralleling what he felt below. He took himself in his hand and slapped his cock against her clit while continuing to writhe in unison with her body. A moan escaped from her lips as they quivered in response to the teasing pressure of him against her. The honey from between her legs dripped onto the bed and had began sticking to his hand. As he moved his hand upwards a thin line of her moisture remained between his fingers, and he licked it off with a loving smile, teasing her nipple between their wetness when he was done. The taste of her filled his mouth with the flavor of desire, and in that moment there was nothing else that mattered.
Her hands gripped him from behind as she pressed them into his butt cheeks, pulling him forward eagerly. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she finally felt him penetrate her body, and he moaned as she thrust herself on top of him, completely enveloping him with the slick folds of her skin. When she felt the intense pleasure from his presence deep inside her, she arched her back and thrust her chest forward, moaning as tears of satisfaction formed in her eyes. The pilot stared at her like she was the world itself. For those fleeting moments they were the only two people in the universe.
As they gazed into each others eyes and their hips rocked back and forth, the pilot grabbed her hair and gently pulled her head back, then started kissing her shoulder. He moved his kisses to her neck, then up towards her lips, but when their gazes met again her face looked different.
Those same purple eyes stared at him with a different kind of love as her face suddenly belonged to a pre-teen girl.
"I love you daddy!" she said sweetly.
...
The pilot muttered a scream as he awoke.
"You sure do a lot of yelling for someone your age. " the old man observed from somewhere nearby.
"Naina..." the pilot mumbled involuntarily.
"Oh? What was that?" asked the elder.
"Ah. It's nothing." he said after a moment. "Just a dream."
"Well, if you say so." the old man said condescendingly.
"Is he awake? Is he awake?" one of the girls said as she peeked her head in through the doorway nearby.
"Get out of here!" snapped the old man. Her eyes welled up with tears before she left.
"Surrounded by cry-babies!" he said.
The pilot couldn't move, but he felt a lot better. His eyes were beginning to focus now, and he could see that he was on what looked like an operating table. A nearby light was shining on a tray of electronic tools that looked interesting and complicated. Something about them reminded the pilot of how the old man had sculpted a door through the gundanium of his machine by using only his bare hands. He suddenly had a headache.
"What did you to do me?" he asked, holding his head.
"Oh, you know, just the usual dermal regeneration and artificial bone-marrow injections." the old man replied sarcastically.
"Nerve replacement, ligament re-attachment." he chuckled. "Run of the mill stuff."
"I don't know how to thank you." the pilot said.
"Just rest up. We'll talk about that later."
"I can't move."
The old man walked over to the pilot and injected something into his neck with a syringe.
"There you go." he said afterwards as he moved away.
The pilot sat up and tried to blink the world into more focus. He felt around his ribs and face and noticed that his skin was smooth and nearly perfect.
"Not bad, doc." he said.
The old man looked serious. "Did you remember something?" he asked.
One of the girls interrupted them as she angrily walked into the room and stood before the doorway with her hands on her hips. Her expression was severe.
"What did you say to my sister!" she screamed in a manner that was more of an attack than a question.
"I -" the old man began, but it was no use. The pilot's headache numbed him to the full intensity of the scolding that the elder was getting, but at some point during the argument the girl had referred to him as her father.
"Ugh, you're impossible!" she ranted before storming out of the room.
"They're so stubborn when they're young." he said afterwards.
"Why don't you go and talk to her? I need to clean up here anyway."
It seemed like an odd request to the pilot, but there was nothing in his mind to mitigate the feral desire to see more of her. He got up slowly and stood on his feet for what felt like the first time. He stumbled into the nearby tray of tools as his first steps proved unsuccessful. The old man shot him a disdainful glance, but the pilot staggered out of the room before he could say anything.
As he threw himself against the cold gray wall beyond the door, he wiped some sweat away from his forehead, half-expecting to see his hand covered with blood. Not finding any, he pushed himself off the wall and walked into the darkness of the corridor. Still in somewhat of a haze, he let faith carry him forward down the length of the passage, until something gripped his arm and pulled him into a dimly lit room. It was the same size and had similar tools as the room he had come from, but a pair of breasts had prevented him from taking in any more details.
"Aren't they nice?" asked the girl as she shoved them in the pilot's face. It was one of the sisters from before.
"They always make me feel better when something bad happens."
She used his arm to whip him onto the table nearby, her strength overpowering him.
There was no time for words before she had jumped on top of his lap and began stroking his chest through his shirt.
"What do you say? Want to play with them?" she giggled as she gyrated them from atop his waist. He gently grabbed her from her thighs and deposited her next to him with a grunt. She was a lot heavier than she looked.
"What? Don't you like me?" she pouted.
"It's not that..." be began, but she had leaned over and kissed him before he could finish.
Her lips were soft and supple and he could taste her raspberry lipstick as she sucked on his skin.
"I think I have a daughter..." he said without thinking, suddenly remembering his dream.
"Oh." she said as she moved away from him. Her body went rigid and all signs of life faded from her eyes. The pilot stared at her blank expression and shook her by the shoulders.
"Hey! Are you alright? Hey!" he couldn't get her body to move an inch.
Suddenly the life returned to her eyes and she smiled wryly.
"My father would like to see you in the other room." she said before making a quick exit.
The pilot quickly made his way back to the other room, eager to get some questions answered.
"As I suspected, it seems you've lost your memory." said the old man as the pilot entered. The elder had his back turned to the door and was working on something atop the operating table. He seemed to be able to sense the pilot's presence instantly.
"What gave you that impression, doc?"
"You really shouldn't try to fool your elders." quipped the elder as he turned around.
"I can restore your memory for you, but you must do something for me." he said.
The pilot didn't want to ask, but he felt that he had little choice in the matter. He had been at the mercy of the old man since he landed on the planet, and owed him a debt for saving his life.
"What would that be?" he asked.
"I need you to give me access to the Zero system I recovered from your machine. It seems to be rather uncooperative with me."
The pilot didn't know what the system was, but he could remember promising Howard that he would protect the Tallgeese. He had a feeling that this Zero system was a big part of what Howard meant.
"If I refuse?" the pilot offered. As if responding to the question, the old man's daughters silently entered the room and grabbed the pilots arms. As much as he struggled against them, they wouldn't budge. He looked over the girls and noticed that their eyes had the same lifeless look that he had just encountered in the other room. He tried to elbow one of them in the abdomen and nearly broke his arm.
"Who the hell are you people?!" he demanded angrily. The old man smirked.
"I used to be called Model X100." he said.
"But you can call me Doctor J."