Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

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Yunru's POV - Tokyo, Japan

Walking along the sidewalk in an Abyssal hoodie feels strange. Sure, it's considered a stealth option, but it still feels weird. I mean, the whole situation is weird—strolling through a city shrouded in low-hanging fog, watching people go about their business.

Strangely enough, I've seen other girls wearing hoodies like ours, blending in while interacting with the locals, helping out with various tasks. It seems like the Abyssals are actively trying to win public favor—or maybe they just need to be on the field to keep the citizens calm. After all, they're renovating the entire city. I've already seen them evacuate people from old buildings, dismantle them in mere minutes, and then rebuild modern skyscrapers in their place. The transformation is happening fast, almost unnaturally so.

Nightshade and Melody walk beside me, their presence more akin to bodyguards than mere escorts. They keep a relaxed pace, but I can tell they're on look out.

"We have money—you don't," Nightshade had told me earlier. Not that I really cared. It's not like I could leave Japan even if I wanted to. And honestly, why would I? I have more freedom here than I ever did cooped up in a lab all day.

As we reach an intersection, we stop at a red light. I notice strange, box-shaped outlines embedded at each side of the crosswalk. Before I can ask, Nightshade chimes in.

"Oh, those are point-defense turrets," she says casually.

I blink. "Wait—those are turrets?"

"Yep. Hidden behind retractable plates. They're programmed to deploy instantly in case of an emergency," Nightshade answers.

"There are four of them installed at every intersection, so good luck to anyone who thinks urban warfare is viable," Melody adds with a smirk.

I take a closer look. Now that I know what to look for, I can see faint seams in the pavement and walls. If I hadn't been told, I never would have noticed.

Further down the street, another building is being dismantled. A group of Abyssal support models—easily identifiable by their uniforms which is just a hoodies and similar clothes to us—work with unsettling efficiency, their nanoswarms breaking down the structure at an almost molecular level. Within minutes, the old structure is gone, and foundation work for a sleek, high-rise building has already begun.

as I also spot a entrance to what appear to be underground tunnels just across the intersection down the sidewalk..

Across the intersection, I spot what looks like an entrance to an underground tunnel.

"Those are?" I ask, pointing at it.

"Ah, that's the civilian transit system. The Commander wants most of the public transportation moved underground to prevent bombings and other types of attacks, as well as to allow for evacuations," Melody explains. "It can also be used for fortification choke points and guerilla warfare inside the city if needed."

"There's another transit system beneath it, connected to bunkers, but those aren't in the city proper," Nightshade adds.

I blink a few times. They're already so overpowered that even their laser-based point defenses can shred tanks in seconds—let alone infantry—so why are they spending even more resources to fortify the place?

"Because," Melody says with a giggle, patting my head, "as the Commander once said, 'If you're bored and there are no missions, and we have overflowing resources, might as well upgrade our base or build something instead of resources cap.'"

"Also, you're so easy to read," she adds with a teasing grin.

"I am not!" I pout.

"Anyway, we're coming up to a river soon, and you'll get to see the seismic stabilizers," Nightshade says as the light turns green and we start moving again.

My mind drifts to the term seismic stabilizer. I've heard of it before—mostly in passing, while eating in the lab's cafeteria back in China. The higher-ups wanted to militarize it, but as far as I knew, the Original project wasn't even finished yet so there no way to stage sabotage. Then again, that was years ago.

"What are those anyway?" I ask as I think those are seismic stabilizers as we approach the edge of the city block, facing the river. Across the water stands a massive circular structure under construction. It has multiple layers and a towering central pillar, its skeletal frame surrounded by cranes and Japanese construction crews.

"An ongoing project by Kanegawa Industries—a way to stabilize large areas against earthquakes," Melody explains. "The Commander saw its potential and decided to fund its research and construction, making sure the area is fully safeguarded."

Nightshade nods. "From what I've heard, Helena mentioned in gossip that the Commander also gave them homework—trying to figure out how to stabilize floating chunks of land without them falling apart."

I frown. "Wait… does she want to build flying islands or something?"

Nightshade shrugs. "No idea. We're not high enough in the chain to know, but you could ask her."

Higher up? Does that even exist? I was just talking to their leader—er, Commander—a few minutes ago…

"Well," Nightshade continues, "she moves fast. Probably just an offhand comment from her that led to this whole situation."

"No red tape?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Mostly just a yes or no, with a reason attached. That's how most proposed designs get filtered out. But we never get to that stage, since Melody and I don't really design direct combat stuff."

That piques my interest. I almost forgot that these two are support models. I've seen them build things, but never design anything, especially non-military projects.

"Can you tell me about some of your designs?" I ask.

Nightshade's face brightens with a smile, about to answer—

"Yeah, sure," Melody cuts in, "but first, let's find a place to sit. I don't think we'll be getting up anytime soon once we start discussing."

"Fine…" Nightshade grumbles, then adds, "Though we should probably grab some drinks and snacks first. This will take a few hours at least."

She smirks at me. "That should also give you enough time to process everything the Commander told you, right?"

Ah, right. The stories and offers that the Abyssal Commander shared with me…

Are they all real?

She spoke with such confidence, describing details no one should know—things like the Centurion project and the Midas warheads. If those actually exist, obviously their exist as Centurion are mine project but Midas? I shake my head, it explains why Russia invaded Japan instead of the U.S. five years ahead of schedule due to someone steal the Nuclear warheads.

And if it's all true… that means one day, I'll lead my own faction. Or rather, my creations will. It makes sense—I'm not a strategist. Tactics and command aren't my strengths. But if my inventions take center stage, then maybe… She even know it name 'VOLKNET'.

Anyway, she—Aqua, the Abyssal Commander—offered me a deal. Well, three, actually.

First is to join her. She said the role can be figured out later, but she suggested I could be a researcher—any field I want—with infinite funding.

To be honest, that's incredibly tempting. I was forced into research before, so it's not like much would change… but now I get to choose? Not sure what subject I'd focus on, but infinite funding sounds like a dream.

Second work for Japan. Specifically, in their tech industry. Since the Abyssals took over, Aqua doesn't have much information on how things are structured, but if I wanted, she could probably make me a CEO. That was her exact wording. Like she can just decide something like that without issue.

Third Live as a civilian under Abyssal protection.

Not much of a choice for me—I hate being passive. Besides, their technology is way too fascinating to ignore. I want to study it, experiment with it… adapt it further.

"Yeah… kind of. But I'm thinking more about the offer than the stories," I admit as we pass what looks like a convenience store at the bottom of the multi stories building.

The sign above reads 7-11.

"You'll figure it out. The Commander isn't that strict," Nightshade says with a tone I can't quite place. Almost like she's trying to be playful. "Unless it's Red Alert mode."

"No meta memes!" Melody scolds, giving Nightshade a light karate chop on the head.

"Ouchh" Nightshade said in fake hurt tone as Melody just sigh.

Meta meme? Why would Red Alert conditions be considered a meta meme? It just means we're under attack.

"I think we should grab some stuff first," Melody says, stopping at the store entrance. "Then we can sit down and talk about our designs. I haven't scanned everything in this store yet, as I swear they got something new like everyday."

"Yeah, sure," Nightshade replies, stepping inside.

Might as well get a drink while we're here. I follow them in.

American Commander (Allies Player) - America Mexico border

"Sir! The Latin Confederation has retreated!" one of my comm officers reports.

I let out a sigh of relief.

At least now, I can finally get some rest while I wait to be transferred to another front.

"Any new orders from High Command?" I ask.

"No news yet, sir!" another comm officer—female, responds.

"Pack up an MCV and prepare it for transport. I'm going to get some shut-eye. Call me if High Command sends any orders," I say with another sigh.

They salute, and I start walking toward the lounge area. The MCV doesn't exactly have bedrooms, so I have to make do.

Four days with barely any sleep. Fighting in D.C., New York, then the Mexico border…

And that's not even counting the fatigue from the European front. The only good news is that Russia seems to be slowly losing ground.

The war should be over soon—once we capture Moscow again, just like in the Second World War.

At least now, America is safe from Soviet assaults.

I finally reach the lounge, which technically doubles as a briefing room. Finding a comfortable seat with its back against the wall, I sit down and shut my eyes.

Just a moment to breathe…

"Sir!"

The familiar voice of a female comm officer—one I've been hearing for the past few days as she station in this MCV—cuts through my half-sleep. Her rushed footsteps approach as I open my eyes again.

"Yes?" I ask.

She hands me a tablet, clearly in a hurry.

A video?

I play it.

The footage is shaky, like it was taken in a rush. There's a lot of shouting. Where is this by the wall design probably Kremlin? The camera pans to a massive crater in the ground, large enough to swallow buildings. Walls have collapsed—sections of the structure are missing entirely.

Did they set off a nuclear warhead inside their own capital?

"What's High Command's response?" I ask.

"You're being transferred to Pacific front. However, there's another video," she says, opening another file.

This one is in English, but the speaker has a German accent. The footage shows the European front assault on Russia's border—a dark red beam of light falling from the sky in a far distance away.

My stomach tightens.

"One of ours?" I ask. It looks similar to the Mercury Satellite Laser strike, just a different color.

"No, sir. None of our satellites have the capability to strike the Kremlin—especially with their Iron Curtain prototype in place," the comm officer replies.

The Iron Curtain—that Soviet tech that grants invulnerability to tanks and buildings.

And this thing shot through it?

My thoughts come to a halt as my sleepiness slowly gone.

"Wait… you're telling me this thing in orbit can bypass the Iron Curtain?" I ask again, slowly rubbing my temple.

"Yes, sir," she confirms.

"Who does it belong to?" I ask, my mind racing. If it can cut through an Iron Curtain, then European energy shields won't stand a chance.

"Not one of any Allied nations," she reports grimly.

Her earpiece lights up. She pauses for a moment before looking back at me.

"High Command wants to speak with you, Commander."

I nod and stand up.

Time to figure out what the hell is going on.

Aqua's POV - Tokyo, Japan

The landing and loading site is finally complete. Well, mostly. I still need to dig out a large drydock for teleporting Shinano, but in the long run, it should be worth it. Not just for her—any navy vessel should be able to teleport in and out of here once it's fully operational.

Of course, it'll be outdated soon anyway.

I'm planning to revamp my entire army and all my creations.

If I want a stronger army, I have to start from the ground up—T-Dolls, submarines, MCVs, aircraft, and everything else—until we reach the space age.

And with two major cheat-techs, Chrono and Iron curtain at my disposal, I definitely want them integrated into everything. But this is going to be a huge project…

"Anyway, time to test it out. Where's Rupture?" I ask as I look to my right toward Amy, as Helena standing next to me on my left.

"Eh… last I heard, she was in a river somewhere in China, heading back toward the East China Sea," Amy responds.

I sigh. I really need to design something that provides live coordinates in real time. Now that I think about it, I should probably launch a few more satellites.

"Tell Terra I'm gonna need three more Artemis-class satellites in orbit," I say, sighing again as Helena nod as she probably connected to Terra's com already.

"Anyway, I need to start upgrading the T-Dolls again."

It hasn't even been a full month since the last upgrade…

"Who are we fighting, Master?" Helena asks, I mean that fair concern as their gears already more then enough to deal with most thing in this verse.

I sigh again. "Humans… who'll get their own upgrades after you girls do—along with training," I say, glancing at Amy with a small smile.

Honestly, it's more about training than anything else, as Amy is the one who gonna train them.

"Anyway, I'm gonna let my mind roam for a bit," I mutter, shifting my focus back to my thoughts.

That reminds me—I just realized how lackluster the Knight Power Armor's performance is.

To be fair, from the wargame status it's been reliable—as a Solid infantry units. But I need to reinforce it with an exoskeleton and neural link to make it more viable.

Since I originally based them on Terran Marines, they're glass cannons, meaning their DPS needs to be insanely high.

But all of this leads to another issue…

I want to design new stuff, but I also need to revamp the old ones.

The Knight armor design is viable—it's just missing a lot of things. Like a neural link for faster response time.

The power armor itself can already tank light tank shells and anti-tank rounds.

The problem is weaponry.

The Ignis Lance is… weird. When I first designed it, I wanted a weapon that could function as both a melee weapon and an infinite-ammo laser rifle. But its power output requires multiple shots to break through tank armor. That makes it somewhat okay against tanks, and great against infantry.

So, new idea: I'm gonna develop three weapons. 

One for lethal mode, another for non-lethal modes and one dedicated melee weapon.

The Ignis series is already based on the Graviton Rifle series, which is technically similar to a Lazgun. So lethal options aren't a problem even if these are just Laz gun lite.

For the non-lethal weapon, I'll go with a taser-style system—except more militarized, with a focus on range. Basically it shoot a electric filled dart at target and discharge lot of electricity in to target it hit. The cryo-agents will break during impact assist in incapacitation by slowing infantry responses, with a lot of added side effects like frostbite. Not that our medical nanoswarms can't just cure it afterward.

As for melee… I'm switching the lance out for an axe.

To be fair, when I first designed the lance, I was thinking of RWBY-style weapons. Now that I've seen it in action, it's not that effective which mean its never been in used at all.

This time, I'll base it on Gundam's Zaku Heat Hawk—a plasma-coated axe. The plasma edge will have an on/off toggle for power efficiency.

Scaled to power armor size, the axe will be big. Around 1 meter in length and about 20 cm wide, including the handle and blade. Larger than a child—not that that's a great measurement.

With this axe, hacking through tanks and reinforced walls shouldn't be an issue. As long as they aren't protected by an Iron Curtain, the plasma and sheer force should melt through armor easily.

…Oh. I completely forgot about servo-assisted strength.

I need to fine-tune that too.

The current nanoswarms already enhance force output, but relying on them alone drains energy too quickly. I'll need to integrate a hydraulic system throughout the suit to ensure sustained performance.

I start layering small hydraulic systems assisted by servos along the joints and limbs. In theory, this should allow the suit to sprint comfortably at around 60 km/h for a few minutes, even with all that armor.

As for strength tuning… if needed, the suit should be able to slow down a charging tank—not that I recommend doing that. Still, it should easily allow wearers to lift cars and throw heavy equipment.

Next! Another issue: sensor suite and HUD.

I completely forgot about those.

A proper HUD—like in Halo—should allow each suit to function to help wearers keep track of thing, displaying necessary information to the wearer. That includes:

Power armor energy levels from both power cells.

Repair kit and medical kit status, technically just a resources status will work but this way it more intuitive as I sections parts of resources just for healing and repairing.

Minimap and threat indicators, as far as wearers concern its their own suit sharing surrounding data and ping them when their detect non friendly IFF, so yeah basic.

Communications channels, which show face like a mini boxes and allows for multiples connections like those in game HUD, yes I making its similar to game as its more easier to understand? I think to soldiers.

IFF markers both friendly, unknown and enemies nothing else to really comment here.

Health tracking, more like vital tracking but yeah work by tracking heartbeats of teammates and self, and if some got spiked or lower heartbeat by a lot, pings will happen.

I'll also need to install an onboard AI system… though that's not an issue. I can create a few ANI (Artificial Narrow Intelligence) units to handle this without them reaching AGI-level sentience.

Next anti mind control, to be fair Sakura found one.

But I want something that not needed 2 reactors to function.

I sigh and stretch—

—and suddenly feel something rubbing my ears.

"Ahh—!"

I let out a soft moan, shivering slightly.

Oh, right. I forgot I set my ear sensitivity to max… The air passing over them already feels nice, and now someone's touching them too.

I look up from my design app—It's displaying the Knight power armor blueprint that I just edited.

"Sorry, Aqua-chan," Amy says, smiling mischievously. "But your ears twitch when you think too hard—it's just too cute!"

I pout—

—then freeze as I feel someone grab my tail.

A sharp jolt runs through my whole body.

"Helena!" I shout, snapping my head toward the culprit.

Both Amy and Helena giggle.

…Alright. Counterattack time.

I launch myself at them, aiming for some well-deserved tickle revenge. Well… I try to, at least.

Tanya's POV - Coast of Philippine

"So, you're telling me we've lost contact with Japan for over a week?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, my legs propped up on the table. My hand rests on my laser rifle as I sit inside a dockside building, the silhouette of an aircraft carrier visible just outside the window.

"Yes, sir," the admiral replies. "We've been monitoring Japan's fog wall, but there's been no movement—neither in nor out—except for a Soviet Seawolf gunboat that scouted around fog's perimeter near Hokkaido when we arrive to create protective perimeters and sunk it down."

No signs of escape. No transit—nothing.

"What about underwater movement?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Our sonar hasn't detected any submarines approaching the fog wall. However, our sonar also can't penetrate it."

I frown. "So, let me recap… First, any electronic or mechanical propulsion gets disabled once we enter the fog wall."

The admiral nods.

"Second, the wall covers all of Japan and extends five kilometers outward in every direction from the landmass."

I pause for a moment, still not used to thinking in kilometers. Five kilometers… that's around 3.1 miles. A huge perimeter. More than enough to keep us out.

"That's correct," he confirms.

I tap my fingers against my rifle. "Do you have a wooden boat like those in some country around here that large enough for the whole team?"

If the engines won't work, then a simple floating boat with paddles should do the trick.

He nods. "Yes, we do."

"Good. Prepare one for me and tell your SEAL team to get ready. Which ship should I board to get there?"

The admiral glances out the window. "You can board my ship. I'll take you there myself. The SEAL team will be briefed by you, and I'll set up the departure within the day."

I lower my legs from the table and stand up. "Very well."