Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

1810 Sea of Japan - 5 minutes before Soviet Jammer been destroy

Pacific Front Fleet Admiral's POV

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunder of the Trident battleship's cannons echoed across the sea as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky burned orange, blending into the deepening blue of dusk. It would've been a view to admire—if we weren't in the middle of a naval battle.

sigh

The Soviet assault had finally slowed, giving us a brief reprieve, but we were stretched thin. My flagship, Enterprise-7, held the line with two Trident battleships and four Horizon-class destroyers as escorts. The rest of our fleet had been dispersed to form 2 other perimeter defense. Some breaches had occurred here, but we repelled over half the enemy forces attempting to punch through toward the mainland.

"Sir! Two confirmed hits from the Trident's main guns! One Soviet Dreadnought has been disabled!" reported the comm officer.

"Good! Do our UAVs detect any more transport ships in the area?" I asked, focusing on what worried me most—troop transports. Those posed a far greater threat to the mainland than the Dreadnoughts ever could.

"No new contacts, sir!" the comm officer replied.

"Has communication been restored yet?" I pressed.

"Still nothing but static, Admiral," came the disappointing answer.

 We'd lost contact with both the southern and northern perimeter fleets for quite a few hours now. Enemy movements were growing more erratic, and without updates from command, the situation felt more and more like a trap.

"What's the maximum range we can push UAVs out before the jamming cuts them off?" I asked, turning to the drone controller.

"Two to three kilometers, Admiral," he answered.

Not far enough. That wasn't even a dent in our surveillance needs.

"Sir! Horizon's sonar just detected a large number of submarines approaching!" shouted another officer.

"Prepare for anti-torpedo maneuvers! Deploy countermeasures immediately! Any sign of their capital ships?" I demanded.

"Negative, Admiral. UAV scans report no contacts on the surface!"

"No radar signatures either!" another officer added.

So, this was just a submarine assault? Something didn't feel right.

"Sir! The static is clearing!" The comm officer's voice broke through the tension.

"Get me a connection to the perimeter fleets now!" I ordered.

A few seconds later, reports started flooding in. "No response from the southern perimeter, Admiral. The northern perimeter is requesting immediate backup!"

I clenched my jaw. Reinforcing the north would take hours we didn't have, the South fleet make me even more anxious.

"Admiral! Communication established with General Richard!" shouted one of the officers.

I grabbed the mic without hesitation.

"This is Admiral Kaito reporting! Good to have you back, General!" I said as the Enterprise-7 suddenly shuddered from an impact.Boom! Boom! Boom! Depth charges exploded around our fleet as the Horizons dropped more countermeasures. Ospreys swooped in low, deploying anti-submarine torpedoes. The battle raged around me, but I focused on the General's voice.

("Admiral! Report your status!") General Richard's voice came through, sharp and urgent.

"Currently engaging Soviet submarine waves. We've lost contact with the southern fleet, sir!" I replied.

Another explosion rocked the ship.

Boom!

"Admiral?!" the General barked through the comm, likely hearing the blast.

"We're still operational, sir," I said, gripping the console as the ship steadied. "We'll hold this wave, but the northern perimeter's requested immediate backup. We don't have the ships to spare!"

("I'll handle the northern fleet. Focus on keeping the seas clear and hold your position!") the General ordered before cutting the line.

The Enterprise groaned under another impact, but she endured. She was built to rule these seas, and it'd take far more than a few torpedoes to sink her.

"Deploy repair teams! Send the UAV up and maintain formation! We're not letting a single Soviet sub through!" I barked, steadying myself and preparing for the next wave.

Boom! Another torpedo struck, this time against one of the Tridents. Yet the behemoth of steel refused to go down.

The Soviets wanted this ocean? They'd have to pay for every inch in blood and fire.

1230 Minsk, Belarus

European Alliance Commander's POV

"Sir! Emergency alert! The Soviets have breached Barysaw and are advancing straight toward Minsk!" the comm officer reported, his voice tense.

I exhaled sharply, steadying myself. My first real battle since earning the rank of field commander—and the Soviets wasted no time pushing me into the deep end.

Civilians had already been evacuated to Poland, though scattered remnants remained. We'd done our best, but we couldn't get everyone out in time.

The base was our last line of defense. It had to hold. Ultradomes were being chrono-lifted as reinforcements, but time was short.

"Code Yellow. Conflict imminent," I ordered. Red alert sirens wailed, and the base's lights flickered into combat mode.

The defensive line was ready—Grand Cannons secured in position, camouflaged pillboxes scattered throughout the treeline, Patriot missile turrets and gun emplacements fortified. Soldiers stood ready—GIs, Guardians, SEAL teams, and Rocketeers lined up in defensive patterns.

I clenched my fists, silently vowing to remember every soldier who fell under my command today.

"Status on the Soviet armored column?" I asked.

"Scout teams report ETA—five minutes until firing range, sir!"

Good.

"Sir! European Alliance General has issued Code Gamma!" the comm officer interrupted.

Gamma? Retreat? Why?

"Sir General send us data package sir!" the comm officer added.

"Put the data on screen," I ordered.

The screen lit up with a live feed from one of our reconnaissance planes. It zoomed in on what appeared to be… a radar tower? But there was something wrong with it.

"They betray us?" I muttered as the image came into focus. Soviet forces marched in unison toward the front lines, but something was wrong—they weren't all Soviet troops.

Some wore our colors.

"Sir! They're being mind-controlled!" the comm officer identify from the data that come along with.

Damn it.

"structure identify, that is a mind control tower Commander!"

"How much time until that thing is operational?!"

"Unknown, sir. The data from General suggests 30 minutes upward to hour."

I grit my teeth. Training manuals never covered this.

"Override protocol initiated!" another officer shouted. The main display flickered, shifting to a direct line with Siegfield—Einstein's former prodigy and the man behind most of our chrono-tech.

"Commander," Siegfield's voice snapped me back. ("I'll cut to the chase. I need one armored battalion and two scout teams under my command. You're to hold this position as planned. I'll handle the tower.")

His voice was steady and authoritative. I found myself nodding instinctively.

"Send the 2nd Armor Battalion—the one heavy with Archon IFVs. Add the 16th SEAL squad and the 7th Guardian squad. Their your to command, bring them back home" I ordered.

The comm officer acknowledged, relaying the instructions.

Siegfield's face reappeared. "Good choice. Those IFVs can take a beating. I've attached a tactical file outlining countermeasures against mind control. Read it and execute. Siegfield out."

The line cut, leaving me staring at the uploaded document. I pulled it open and skimmed through it quickly.

This wasn't going to be pretty.

SEAL Team's POV

("This is Siegfield. Command transfer confirmed. Ready to receive orders,") the comm buzzed.

I crouched inside the camo pillbox, my SEAL team forming up. Soviet infantry scouts were moving down the road toward Minsk—unaware of our presence.

"Confirmed, Siegfield. Standing by for orders," I replied.

("Straight to business,") Siegfield began. ("I'm chrono-shifting 15 Archon IFVs behind enemy lines. I need you as spotters. The Soviets are building a mind control beacon in Barysaw, surrounded by a concentration camp and mind-controlled forces.")

("Your mission: kill any bald operatives—they're the mind controllers. Secure a vantage point and clear a drop zone for our ambush. Once the beacon's down, it's mop-up time.")

"Affirmative," I responded, signaling my team to move.

We crept out of the pillbox, sticking to the treeline as the Soviet armor rolled down the road.

"Let's move out. We've got work to do," I said, locking my rifle and leading my team deeper into enemy territory.

YúnRú's POV - Hidden lab, China

(Author's note: she one of the two most well known Commandos of the mod, probably due to being anime girl. her chinese name : 云茹 , read Yunru)

Research. Research. More research.

I groaned, resting my forehead against the table. Being labeled a 'genius' had its perks—until it turned into a curse. Military research wasn't exactly my passion, but I didn't have a choice. Not if I wanted my family to stay safe.

"Yunru, High Command wants you to see this," the lead scientist interrupted, shoving a tablet into my hands.

Instead, the footage hit me like a lightning bolt.

A girl—no, a weapon—hovering 1,200 meters above the sea, with thrusters for legs and wielding a massive, cylindrical cannon.

No ammunition. Just pure energy.

Laser weapons? My mind raced to analyze the frame. Before I could process it, the footage showed her obliterating a Soviet Dreadnought—effortlessly.

The girl turned to face the camera. Her eyes glowed menacingly before the feed abruptly cut off.

I blinked, trying to make sense of what I'd just seen.

"So, what does High Command want?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

"They want you to develop countermeasures," the lead scientist said. "Something—anything—that can fight those things."

I swallowed hard.

High Command wasn't just worried—they were scared.

I pulled out a notebook and started sketching. Missiles? Too slow. Flak? Ineffective.

"Right," I muttered, pulling myself together. "I'll get started immediately."

As the lab bustled around me, I couldn't shake the image of those glowing blue eyes.

American General's POV (Allies Player)

Gelendzhik, Russia

"After the Soviets' defeat at our hands during the Second Great War and the death of Stalin, we have occupied Russia and appointed a puppet premier, Alexander Romanov, in order to preserve stability and gain popularity within the country. Several years ago, with the appointment of Romanov's new Chief Adviser, a man known only as Yuri, our relationships with the Russian deteriorated. Shortly afterwards, the public opinion began to change and we were pressured to slowly retract forces from Russia. Our intelligence network in Asia has been compromised as contact with our agents was lost.

Today, our worst fears have been confirmed: our attempts to control the Russian bear have failed miserably. The Soviets have risen against us and their forces are invading both of our Allies. Our Peacekeeper missile network has failed due to causes unknown. Recent intelligence from the Pacific Front confirms the presence of all four MIDAS warheads in Gelendzhik, Russia. These missiles, if launched, could destabilize our allies' defenses and alter the course of the war. We cannot allow this to happen. Lead an amphibious strike force, destroy those MIDAS warheads, and prepare for war, Commander." - President of the United States

The interior of the Voyager amphibious assault craft rattled slightly as we cut through the waves toward Gelendzhik's shores. The rhythmic hum of the engines was almost soothing, but the weight of the mission kept me on edge.

I glanced at my M4 carbine, leaning securely against the wall beside me. This rifle had been with me since the Second Great War—trusted, reliable, and scarred from countless battles.

"Nervous?"

I looked up to see Agent Tanya, her confident smirk as sharp as ever. She stood casually, arms crossed, radiating an aura of control.

I shook my head, forcing a smile. "Not nervous—just planning." I reached for my weapon, feeling its familiar grip ground me.

"Good. Stay sharp—we're hitting the beach in five minutes." She gave me a quick nod before striding toward the front hatch, her twin pistols secured in their holsters.

I surveyed the team assembled inside the craft—five Guardian GIs, Tanya, a field medic, and five specialists from the European Alliance armed with Prism Rifles, weapons capable of firing laser blasts strong enough to destroy armor.

No vehicles—just boots on the ground.

"Alright, listen up!" I stood, gripping the overhead handle as the craft rocked slightly. "We'll hit the beach, move fast, and establish a perimeter. The MIDAS warheads must be neutralized at all costs. Tanya will take point, but stay close and cover each other. No mistakes."

A chorus of affirmations echoed back.

"Showtime," I muttered, snapping my helmet into place and gripping my M4.

The craft lurched, slowing as the ramp prepared to drop.

Game on.

Yuri's POV

Inconvenient.

An unknown variable across timeline.

A deviation from all my projections.

I stood impassively as Premier Romanov raged before me, his face red with fury.

"Do you expect me to ACCEPT THIS?!" he bellowed, slamming his fist against the table.

The screen behind him replayed the footage—our base being annihilated by missiles and lasers. The source? A flying girl, her weapons tearing through our defenses as if they were paper.

"Our psychic gifts… are ineffective against her," I admitted, keeping my tone measured.

"Then FIND A SOLUTION!"

Romanov's voice echoed through the chamber.

I inclined my head. "As you command."

Floating from the room, I allowed myself a moment of contemplation.

This anomaly must be studied. Neutralized. Controlled.

No variables beyond my reach.

Soviet general's POV (Soviet Player)

The dark confines of the Typhoon submarine hummed softly as I sat slouched in my chair, a cup of black coffee gripped tightly in my hands.

My uniform was soaked—rain, sweat, and seawater clung to it like a second skin. I didn't care.

We had escaped.

Barely.

No, I escaped. My MCV was abandoned in the chaos. Half my fleet was obliterated before I even reached the sub. Whatever that thing was—the girl with those weapons—she turned our invasion of Hokkaido into a nightmare.

I took another sip of coffee, letting its bitterness keep me awake as the sub crept toward the Soviet mainland.

We failed.

I failed.

But failure wasn't the end.

The girl—whoever or whatever she was—had exposed weaknesses in our forces. If we couldn't beat her head-on, we had to find another way.

Was she a Pacific Front weapon? Experimental? Possibly.

Flak cannons proved useless—too slow. Missiles? She was fast enough to dodge them and agile enough to shoot them down.

Laser weapons? Energy-based systems? Maybe. At the very least, those had a chance of matching her technology.

"General! We're approaching the port. Premier Romanov demands a full report immediately!"

One of the crew interrupted my thoughts, standing stiffly as he relayed the message.

I sighed, taking another sip. "Acknowledged. Prepare docking procedures. And… thank you."

The soldier blinked in surprise but saluted before rushing off.

I leaned back, closing my eyes briefly. The warmth of the coffee did little to ease the chill that lingered.

I wanted vodka.

But that would have to wait—at least until after I explained how the Hokkaido invasion turned into a disaster.

Aqua's POV

The sensor tower is finally complete. The Tokyo grid and surrounding areas are now fully restored.

Fury and the T-Doll team did an excellent job clearing out the last pockets of Soviet resistance. I let out a small sigh of relief as I take a moment to rest—only to feel someone poking my cheek.

"Master~ Yuki-commander wants to know if we need any supplies."

I blink, slightly confused. Yuki? Oh—right. That Allied commander I spoke to earlier.

"Tell her we're good for now," I reply casually. "But, you know… if she has any spare meat packages, that'd be nice."

Truth be told, I could really go for a proper meal—something more delicious then nothing, not that we need to eat really but its so delicous. Too bad Belfast isn't here to cook something for me. I sigh again, shaking the thought off.

"Got it~" Helena chirps as she relays the message over comms.

I glance toward the field hospital we set up earlier. One nuclear reactor box is enough to power the entire place—and then some. The heat radiators point straight up, harmlessly venting warmth into the atmosphere. No pollution. No excess waste. Efficient and clean. Just gonna avoid Thermal sensor.

As I inspect the area, I notice Amy rappelling down from a damaged building using her grappling hook. She lands with the grace of a practiced operative and approaches me with a quick bow.

"I'm back, Commander."

"Good work, Amy." I nod in approval.

I press a button on my wrist communicator. ("Fury, lead the team westward along the coast. Secure the area and clear out any remaining hostiles.")

("Yes, Commander!") Fury responds promptly, her voice sharp and focused.

I switch to another frequency. ("Rupture, head to my location once your preparations are complete. We'll ride to Niigata after I finish setting up here.")

("Understood, Commander.")

As I cut the connection. It kinda silly that I forgot the existence of dirt bike, At least I won't have to walk the entire distance this time.

for a last few hours, I focus on helping the city recover.

I move debris, patch up wounded civilians, and build additional sensor towers to reinforce the grid. The people here need every bit of stability they can get. Watching their expressions shift from fear to hope make me smile.

Still, there's a strange sense of detachment lingering inside me. Ever since I became Kansen, my emotions have felt... muted? Or maybe it's just that my processing speed has increased so much that I can confront and compartmentalize emotions before they overwhelm me.

Either way, this is going to be a long war, by long I mean 6 months that consider long war right? as I shrug my shoulder

"We'll hold position here until Rupture and her team arrive," I tell them. "Once they're ready, we ride to Niigata."

They nod without question, standing by my side.

Still, I can't help but let my mind wander as we wait.

Yuri.

Has he found Libra yet?

In the old timeline, she only appeared as an Easter egg during one of the missions, so it's possible he hasn't uncovered her yet. That 5 years of time window.

But what about Yuuru?

I don't know enough about her lab—or her current status. Back in the original timeline, the PRC allied with the Pacific Front and took over Kanegawa Industries of Pacific Front after World War III.

If events are still on track, we probably have a few more months before this war ends… but with all these unknowns, I can't be certain anymore.

"Master~" Helena's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Rupture just checked in. They're almost here."

I exhale, nodding to myself.

"Good. Once they arrive, we move out. No delays."