Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Rupture's POV - Nagqu, China

The desert stretched endlessly, heatwaves shimmering across the horizon. I turned to Sakura, who was busy monitoring her interface. "Our UAVs pick up anything?" I asked.

"Distant patrol teams and a few forward bases," she replied, her tone calm. "Nothing significant yet."

I sighed, already feeling the tension building. "Lib, Sakura, Danielle—prep your bikes. We're going in hot!" I commanded, then turned back to Sakura. "How much further until we reach the main base?"

"We've got about 20 kilometers west before we officially enter the Tibetan region, Captain," she answered. I nodded in acknowledgment.

Summoning my bike, I willed it to form out of my nanoswarms. As it materialized mid-air, I hopped onto it, spinning the handlebars to align with our heading—due west.

Sakura clapped her hands lightly in excitement, while Lib and Danielle conjured their bikes with far less fanfare. I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "No flair at all..."

Suddenly, I felt a weight on my bike. Turning slightly, I realized Sakura had hopped on behind me.

"Can't you get your own bike?" I asked, slightly exasperated.

"Well, this way I can control my drones more efficiently, Captain~," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.

"Fine," I grumbled, refocusing on the road ahead as I tightened my grip on the handlebars. "Set up your usual triple-layered UAVs. I'm pretty sure they've got Allied IFVs, and those have missiles that can shoot down drones."

Sakura smirked. "Oh, you know me, Captain. I don't do anything half-baked." With a snap of her fingers, she summoned twelve additional UAVs, sending them to join the existing six already in the air.

"So, the plan is simple," I said, revving the bike's engine. "We wreck anything Soviet-related. Let's go in guns blazing!"

Zoom!

The roar of engines echoed as Lib and Danielle joined with their bikes, kicking up dust trails that practically screamed, "Here we are!" Subtlety wasn't on the menu today.

Soon after we spot enemy patrol team moving across the desert. I veered my bike to intercept their route, employing a classic "cross the T" maneuver. It wasn't strictly necessary given our firepower, but it was faster and more efficient.

("I'll lead. Danielle, follow through. Lib and Sakura, handle the stagger,") I instructed over the comms.

Revving the bike, I timed my first corrosive missile perfectly as the patrol convoy crossed into our path. I fired a missile directly at the middle vehicle—a European IFV surrounded by Soviet flak trucks.

"Epsilon, then," I muttered to myself. European IFVs shouldn't be used by the Soviets, not just because of the design differences, but because their troops wouldn't be trained for them. Could they have retrofitted the interior for Soviet forces? It was possible, but something about this felt off. I'd have to figure it out later.

Boom!

The missile struck the IFV before the crew could react, and the corrosive payload began eating through its hull. Within seconds, more than half of the vehicle was rendered inoperable. My bike roared past as gunfire erupted from the remaining Soviet vehicles.

Tat-tat-tat!

Bullets zipped past, but the Soviets had barely seconds to aim, and their shots went wide.

Danielle's bike followed closely behind mine. As she rode through the gun fires, she hurled three corrosive grenades in a wide arc. The grenades didn't have the range of missiles, but they were just as effective against vehicles. Overhead, Sakura's UAVs rained laser down on the soldiers scrambling from the vehicles in disarray.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire skirmish was over in less than ten seconds. The wrecked patrol team was left behind as we sped toward the outpost.

"Lib, was that an Allied IFV back there?" I asked over the comms.

("It was a European IFV. Non-modified version,") Lib confirmed.

"So, Epsilon?" I pressed further.

("Highly likely. We'll need to see if there are more Allied vehicles mixed in,") Lib replied.

That is a problem, but there was no time to dwell on them as the outpost came into distant view. My eyes caught a glint of light reflecting off the sand, carried by the wind across the surface.

"Mines!" I shouted, yanking the handlebars to steer clear, but it was too late. My bike hit the first mine, setting off a chain reaction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

My bike got most of the blast, its wheels and body severely damaged. Anti-tank mines, I thought grimly. As the bike soared mid-air from the explosion, I leapt off, grabbing Sakura from the back seat and landing in sand a bit further away from exploded area.

Lib and Danielle managed to divert their bikes just in time, skidding to a halt before reaching the danger zone. The craters left by the blasts began to fill quickly as the loose sand shifted back into place. Fragments of glass glinted where the heat of the explosions had fused the sand.

"Twenty-five bogeys incoming, two directions—110 and 140 degrees. Looks like missiles," Lib reported, her voice tense but steady as she look in the horizon.

I squinted toward the directions she indicated. V2 rockets? No, they seemed too slow for that. Most likely SCUD rockets.

Finally, a competent commander on their side! I thought, my mind racing. Until now, we hadn't encountered effective use of mines or artillery. But this also meant a higher chance of what the Commander called a "player" being present on the battlefield. If that's true, then the likelihood was high that this was the Epsilon commander—what was the name again? Proselyte?

Shaking off the thought for now, I gently set Sakura down and turned to Danielle. "Shoot those missiles down. Sakura, scan for mines and clear them out."

Sakura nodded, her focus shifting to her drones. Danielle, without missing a beat, summoned her modified rifle, taking aim and opening fire.

The UAVs circling above clearing the mines, firing precision shots to detonate the mines surrounding our position.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lib's voice crackled through the comms. "Tanks incoming!"

She summoned her graviton sniper rifle and took aim. "The sand and dust are messing with visibility, but I count ten Rhino tanks," she added.

"Iron Curtain active?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the horizon.

"No red shields visible so far," Lib responded as she lined up her shot.

"Good. Snipe them out," I ordered, willing a standard graviton sniper rifle into existence. Taking aim, I fired a clean shot, the laser piercing one of the tanks and reducing it to smoldering wreckage.

Boom!

Lib's rifle fired almost simultaneously, taking out another tank.

But then, a shimmering red hue enveloped the remaining tanks.

"Iron Curtain. Great," I muttered, firing a test shot. As expected, the laser bounced harmlessly off the protective shield.

I sighed, already calculating our next move. "Alright, kiting it is," I said, summoning another bike. Sakura hopped on behind me as I revved the engine.

Lib ceased sniping and summoned her own bike, riding alongside me with Danielle perched on the back, her rifle still raised and tracking targets.

"Five more bogeys incoming—aircraft!" Danielle called out, taking a shot and downing one of the approaching targets.

"Stormchild fighters," she confirmed grimly. "No doubt about it, we're fighting Epsilon."

I nodded. "We'll kite them east, then north, and loop around. I'm calling for support from Shinano."

"Sakura, keep scanning for mines," I added.

Sakura's UAVs continued their sweep, targeting any suspicious patches of sand ahead and detonating potential mines from a safe distance. Meanwhile, I opened a secure comm channel to Shinano, the line connecting as I rode at full speed.

("This is Rupture, Shark-class submarine. Requesting air support and a resource drop. We're facing a mix of Soviet and Allied forces, with strong suspicion that Epsilon is behind this. Sending coordinates now,") I reported, transmitting the necessary data to Shinano. Commander mentioned she was heading north to the Arctic, so there was a chance she could assist.

("Yawn Mmh, okay? Two Raptors and one Hammerhead are inbound. Do you want a squad too?") a sleepy voice responded on the other end.

I glanced at Danielle, who was calmly sniping aircraft, taking down two more from the sky. My radar lit up with 20 more pings—missiles. Great. At least they were slow-moving, and we'd reverse direction soon enough.

("None for now. Just pack it full of resources—I hate fighting in the desert,") I replied.

("Okay~ Air support will arrive in five hours, and the resource drop in six,") Shinano confirmed before cutting the connection.

I sighed, shaking my head as I shifted my weight on the bike, steering it north. "How long does Iron Curtain last again?" I asked, keeping an eye on the slow-moving column of tanks we couldn't destroy behind us.

"Forty minutes," Danielle answered. "I could rig up a corrosive bomb pack to sink the whole column under the sand."

I nodded at the suggestion. "Lib," I called her name.

Without a word, Lib spun her bike around in a smooth 180, as she speed up her bike. I followed, reversing direction to face the Iron Curtained tank column head-on.

Proselyte's POV (Epsilon's Player)

"Proselyte, sir! They've reversed direction!" my forward scout reported, the urgency in his voice clear through our psychic link.

As expected—overwhelming firepower. Not even the tank mines were enough to slow them down.

I nodded at the report, my thoughts already shifting gears. Through telepathy, I ordered the Rocketeer squads to fully engage the targets.

"Keep them engaged." My command echoed in their minds as I studied the tactical map before me.

Three more MCVs were en route, moving into position to encircle them. All I needed was to buy an extra 30 minutes.

A sharp pang of psychic backlash hit me, and I winced. Five more Stormchild pilots had perished.

"Squad Two, launch," I muttered aloud, watching as another five Stormchild aircraft deployed from our airbase.

"Adjust artillery fire to intersect with the third Rhino squad," I ordered. Twenty Scud launchers adjusted their angles in unison.

The patrol team I had synced with an Adept for enhanced mind control had yielded no results—no minds to target. Either they were robots or something alien. My curiosity grew. Could they even bleed?

Our tanks opened fire on the enemy bikes, their turrets rotating sluggishly to keep up. Only two shots had been fired so far, both missing their marks entirely.

Boom!

Through the psychic link, I heard the deafening roar of an explosion. The ground beneath our tank squad had collapsed into craters. Though the vehicles remained undamaged, the sand slowly choke up the tracks and engines, squad lost I sigh.

Our missiles? Shot down before they even reached effective range.

"Send in Tank Divisions One through Seven," I murmured, issuing the command for reinforcements to converge from three forward bases.

"Rocketeers engaging targets," a voice reported through the psychic link, only to be immediately followed by chaos.

The Rocketeers had barely begun their assault when the enemy's flying drones tore through them. The drones moved in formations, targeting minefields and aerial units with ruthless efficiency.

The Wolfhound helicopters I had been granted were useless in this situation. Their slow deployment and vulnerability made them liabilities rather than assets against these enemies.

At least I still had my trump cards. A few Apocalypse tanks and Tesla Cruisers would soon be ready.

"Signal Experimental Squad One to mix with the armor column," I ordered. Four Tesla Cruisers and one Apocalypse Tank began moving out from the forward base, their power a reassuring presence on the battlefield.

Another sharp psychic pain shot through me, causing me to grimace. Another Stormchild squad lost.

"I really wish I had Buratino right now," I muttered under my breath, frustrated. Latin America's area-suppression weaponry was proving superior in situations like these, as I order Scud launchers to continue firing.

Sakura's POV

My UAVs hovered above, scanning the battlefield. Suddenly, my sensors picked up twenty more incoming missiles, accompanied by a large formation of tanks. "Tanks incoming from three directions—over fifty units!" I reported, my voice steady as I quickly focused on another patch of mines. My drones targeted the mines, destroying them.

"Fifty? Any Allied tanks mixed in?" Rupture's voice came from the front as I riding her bike at the moment.

Zooming in, I peered through the dust clouds kicked up by the advancing columns. Among the Soviet units, I spotted a different design—medium tanks that clearly weren't Soviet-made. "Confirmed. Allied tanks. European models," I reported.

Moments later, a Rocketeer squad approached from the west. I redirected my drones, targeting the incoming enemies. Streams of laser fire shooting at flying enemy, swatting the Rocketeers out of the sky.

"Annoying," I muttered as despite my drones' precision, one of them took a hit and went down. I frowned slightly; my drones didn't have shields—neither did I, for that matter. But Rupture did, being a Kansen.

"Agree on that" Rupture said as I resumed clearing more mines.

Danielle's POV

This is the best target practice ever! I thought, my hands steady on my rifle. I pulled the trigger, fired, re-scoped, and fired again, taking out the last two missiles of this wave.

Breathing slowly, I controlled my movements—not that I needed oxygen, but the rhythm helped steady my aim.

Through my scope, I spotted five more aircraft approaching. A smirk played on my lips. More practice. These pilots were attempting fancy maneuvers, but I wasn't impressed. If I could snipe simulated Raptors during training, these aircraft were barely worth my time.

Lining up my shot, I fired. Hit. One of the five aircraft spiraled down, its wreckage plummeting to the ground.

"Evading hitscan weapons? Please," I muttered to myself. Then I corrected my thought: nearly hitscan weapons, given our effective range of over 300,000 kilometers not that its matter here.

One by one, I took them down. The second aircraft exploded in mid-air. Then the third, followed quickly by the fourth.

Finally, I locked onto the last one. My finger tightened on the trigger. A clean shot sent it flying to the ground in flames.

Five for five. I allowed myself a small grin as I reloaded and scanned for the next wave.

Rupture's POV

A swarm of tanks was advancing, and I had little doubt they planned to use Iron Curtain again. It was a deliberate move to frustrate us with human waves tactics.

I sighed. Air support was still five hours away, and getting closer to the enemy base was out of the question—no doubt the mine density would only increase the closer we got.

Static defenses wouldn't hold against Iron Curtained tanks either. Those things would barrel through anything as long as there path to drive on.

I checked my inventory. Ninety-eight corrosive missiles left—enough to obliterate a few more bases, but resources are becoming a problem. "Sakura, where's the nearest water deposit?" I asked, knowing water could be converted into vital resources using nanoswarms.

"Southwest, Captain," she responded promptly.

"Fine, changing course to the south—" I stopped mid-sentence as Sakura interrupted.

"Captain! Three more Soviet MCVs have entered the battlefield. They're setting up fortifications to surround us. One of them setting up in southwest direction."

"Break it," I said without hesitation, pivoting my bike in the new direction. Lib rode behind me on her bike, while Danielle stayed on high alert, scanning the skies for threats.

As we rode, an idea crossed my mind. "We've got that armored bike variant with mini turrets, right? Upgrade it."

"That's a personal modification, Captain. The Commander needs to approve it before it's shared across the network," Sakura replied from the back seat, her focus still on clearing the minefield ahead.

I sighed in frustration. "Fine, I'll contact her."

Stabilizing my bike, I connected to Aqua's comm.

I opened the comm line and called out, ("Commander.")

("Hmm? Yes, Rupture?") Aqua's calm voice came through.

("Requesting approval for the armored bike variant. We're up against Epsilon forces controlling at least four MCVs,") I explained, watching as more mines detonated ahead of us, cleared by Sakura's diligent UAVs.

As I spoke, my sensors picked up a direct connection—likely Aqua herself accessing my feed.

("Judging by the level of aerial aggression you're dealing with, I'm pretty sure it's Proselyte,") she remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity like she seeing something she know of long ago.

("Understood. Permission to proceed?") I reply, its already bad enough to go up against competent commanders it even worse getting match with Epsilon's prized commander.

("Granted. I'll expedite the upgrade. Keep the line open—Artemis is being prepped. She'll be up in orbit in about 15 minutes") Aqua added before abruptly cutting the connection.

'Orbit?' I thought, blinking. 'Who—or what—is Artemis?'

Before I could dwell on it, my radar pinged again—an armored convoy was moving to intercept us. A grin tugged at the corner of my lips. 'Let's slow them down.'

I willed two corrosive missiles into existence, their forms materializing with a faint hum. Aiming carefully, I fired—not at the tanks themselves but at the ground in their path.

Just as I expected, the convoy's tanks were enveloped in the crimson glow of Iron Curtain shielding.

'Not that it matters.'

BOOM!

The impact shook the desert as craters erupted beneath the convoy. The Rhino tanks sank into the soft, collapsing ground. While their armor remained intact, they were now immobilized, stuck in the sand.

"That should keep them out of our way," I muttered, revving my bike and scanning for the next threat as I feel Sakura's nanoswarm interact with my bike while we on the move.

"Commander sent the modify bike version over, Captain keep the bike steady it gonna mess with balance." Sakura said as I maintain control of my bike while it being upgrade.