Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Aqua's POV - 0100 Japan

I lay down in my bedroom, letting out a small yawn. It feels kind of lonely now that Amy and Helena aren't joining me. To be fair, it was just cuddling… but still, I already miss them.

Anyway, I open my designer app. I'm still stuck on a project—though, to be fair, it's a lot of fun. I just need to understand more about chemical compositions to make it work as intended.

So, what am I working on? Well, has anyone ever wondered what would happen if you combined Cryo technology with Time control?

Well one of the results is permafrost. Too bad it costs too much energy for basic units to use. It needs four power cells just to function… or, alternatively, a single canister filled with a special chemical mixture.

Still, it's just a side project—one I need to do if I want to push my tech even further. Although apparently, I can vent heat through near-infinite dimensions and channel it back into the real one, that how I deal with Chrono reactors and replicators series as It an afterthought at that moment.

Let's start from the beginning. I originally create a temporary time-dimension as a dumping ground for excess heat generated by my reactors. The idea was to offload the heat into an infinite number of parallel dimensions to prevent overheating. In theory, it works. In practice? It's a time bomb waiting to happen not that I can fix it now.

sigh

Here's the problem: the excess heat loops back to the start of the dimension, meaning every loop carries all the previous cycles' heat plus the new one. If the dimension fails to form properly, all that heat will be released at a single point. Best-case scenario? Instant erasure of everything within the affected area. Worst case? If enough heat builds up in the same spot… a proto-star forms.

If enough loops run unchecked? A supernova.

In theory, this could even cause another Big Bang. But what worries me more is how extreme heat affects time localization. If the temperature gets high enough, matter itself breaks down into pure energy. At that point, it's basically a world-cracker—a level of destruction so severe it could break the fundamental laws of physics. Forget just planetary destruction; this thing could turn an entire solar system into a dust or rather pure energy.

Yeah… that's basically a giant "fuck you" button if I ever have to deal with interstellar enemies. Unfortunately, self-destructing by creating a supernova on the planet I'm currently standing on is… not ideal.

Also, I really don't want to find out what happens if the heat exceeds Planck Temperature—the point where quantum physics breaks down entirely. Good thing I found data on it in the Japanese version of the Science Data Center.

I mean I know that the term exist, I just don't know much about it and the guys who invent this term happen during 1899? so around a century ago.

Still can't believe there's no internet yet as searching through the physical data center are very tedious… sigh

I might just build one. But that's a problem for later.

Anyway, world-cracker-level self-destruction aside, I already have two of these heat-loop devices stored in my designer app, and multiple Chrono series stationed in every base.

At least they're well-protected… though I'm pretty sure the heat inside them has already exceeded Planck Temperature. Meaning, if anything destroys one of those reactors, a new sun will appear.

That's the best outcome. Worst case? Supernova. Even worse? Reality-breaking catastrophe.

So, yeah… I accidentally created world-ending technology just by making reactors and replicators.

Which is exactly why I'm working on better heat management. Unlike those two megastructures, this new tech is meant to be used on infantry, tanks, and shi- naval vessels. Well… I guess I can't really call them ships anymore. I've decided to reserve that term for space vessels.

Still, permafrost is a step in the right direction. Now, I just need a way to absorb heat using ice—one that can regenerate or reset itself automatically.

Ping.

A notification? From the sensor towers… the underwater ones just outside Makurazaki Bay.

I yawn and access the sensor grid. Okay… movement detected. A small boat? Paddles? In the fog zone? Yeah, I'm going to need a live feed for this.

Let's see… accessing the Avalon laser turret… aiming at the target… magnifying the camera 20x zoom. This turret is stationed on one of Bonomisaki's seaside mountains, so it has a pretty good view.

Hmm… a girl and a SEAL team? A girl? Tanya? That's the first name that pops into my head, but I already have both Yunru and Spring with me.

Now that I think about it… why does it feel like I'm collecting girls? I'm not some harem protagonist… Ugh. I rub my forehead in frustration.

Anyway, it's not Tanya the Evil, that's for sure. Still… can I really just kill her?

I mean, I can, but that would be a free casus belli for the Americans. And, like… do I really need to start a full-scale war with the U.S. right now? That would definitely lead to another World War.

…Nope. Too much work.

Although… the tech rush that would come with it…

No, no, no, NO. Tech rushes are for aliens, not for conflicts on the same planet.

I blink, pushing the thought away. Nope. Too much trouble. I already have to deal with underground threats in Africa as it is.

Alright I decided, let's just mess with them a little.

I'll alter the water currents, flip their boat 180 degrees, then freeze the water just enough to discourage them from trying again. Now… how to do that?

Alright, let's do this.

I mask the water's surface with nanoswarms, making them mimic natural waves so it looks like the boat is still moving forward. Meanwhile, I gradually rotate it. Humans can sense rotation, but the fog already messes with their vision, so the only real indicator would be the waves…

As expected, Tanya notices something is off. She puts her hand in the water to check.

Okay. Now I really want something to bite her hand off.

Unfortunately, I don't have any sea creatures on standby… and my nanoswarms can't exactly act like organic lifeforms.

sigh Missed opportunity.

Anyway, they're paddling back out of the fog zone. I might as well set up an automated response system for next time. And… done.

Well, back to the ice-cold topic.

…Yeah, that pun was bad.

Rashidi's POV - somewhere in Western Sahara.

"Rashidi, we're losing too many people these past few days."

Malver speaks with his usual calm yet unsettling tone. His face is covered, as always, clad in his signature all-black attire. Even though I can't see his expression, I can feel the weight behind his words.

I sigh, swirling the homemade liquor in my hand. The bitter taste does little to ease my frustration.

We've lost too much. And what has Yuri given us in return? Nothing worth the cost.

The deal was simple—Scorpion Cell would receive salvageable tech from battles in exchange for our forces assisting his campaigns. But then, an orbital strike wiped out most of the battlefield—including the salvaged tech we were promised.

I take another sip, the burn trailing down my throat. Tch.

"How likely are we to root them out?" I ask Malver, shifting my focus. "Factoring in my neurotoxin?"

Malver is the deadliest assassin under my command, and the only man I trust with operations this delicate. The so-called "alliance" between Scorpion Cell and Yuri's forces has cost us more than it's cost him. At least my neurotoxin can counter their mind control—though at a price. The toxin weakens the body in exchange for protecting the mind. But as the saying goes: nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"They're building the amplifier with whatever they have left, all while trying not to draw fire from above," Malver answers.

Ah, yes—the orbital strike that still firing across Africa.

"Are those strikes aimed at us or them?" I ask, then immediately shake my head. Not that it matters. There's no way for us to tell. Both our forces use stolen Soviet equipment, making it impossible to distinguish one side from the other. Yuri's troops also have some repurposed Allied gear, stolen from mind-controlled garrisons although not enough to accurately identify forces from space.

This alliance is a mistake.

Malver remains silent. If he doesn't have an answer, it means no one does.

I exhale, thinking.

"Do you know where this new faction originated from?" I ask. They came out of nowhere, yet within a week, they crippled both the PRC and the Soviet Union. Then—nothing. No news. No movements. No spies returning.

They're too powerful. Far too powerful.

"Japan," Malver says, his tone deadly serious. "Or Pearl Harbor. That impossible fog wall—it's their doing. No spies have reported back from either locations."

I let out a slow breath.

This new faction has control of orbital strikes.

How do you fight something that can strike from orbit?

…Wait maybe I don't need to fight?

A grin creeps onto my face.

"I might have an idea," I mutter, it is a crazy plan that can backfire horribly but as I said before its worth the risk. Then I set my drink down and glance at Malver. "But first—the deal is off. We can't let Yuri keep taking advantage of us. Deal with it."

Malver nods once. Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanishes.

His psychic ability is self-taught. That much I know. I've known him since we were kids. His invisibility can bypass almost anything.

And as for me…

I push myself up from the crate I was sitting on, liquor still in hand.

Now, let's see if I can make a satellite dish while drunk.

Tanya's POV - outside of fog wall, Japan water.

"So, I wasn't crazy..." I mutter as our boat drifts outside the fog wall, back toward the aircraft carrier we departed from.

We got turned around.

The water is off—something about it just feels wrong. And the fog? It's too quiet. Unnaturally so.

"But the waves move straight through," one of the SEALs argues, the same one who kept insisting I was imagining things while we were inside the fog.

I stare him down, unimpressed.

"Alright," I say, folding my arms. "Any actual telltale signs of rotation—aside from what we felt?"

Silence.

No answer.

Great.

"We could try tying a rope to the aircraft carrier," another SEAL suggests. "If we secure a line, we can use it to confirm if we're moving in a straight path or not."

That's… actually a solid idea.

"Fine," I sigh. "Get the materials from the carrier. We're going in again."

Aqua's POV

I still can't figure out Permafrost... Is there any way to manage extreme heat per second without it melting instantly?

And yeah, I really need to upgrade our base materials. Titanium alloys are starting to feel outdated.

I mean, sure, I can design at this level thanks to the Iron Curtain effect, which makes molecules invulnerable for a short time, but even then, I don't feel comfortable relying on that alone.

Anyway, the latest simulation results just came in—self-regenerating ice is a go.

The regeneration rate is still slow, but as long as the heat doesn't exceed its melting point, the ice will naturally repair itself without requiring extra energy. Though, I should test this in space to see if it's interacting with atmospheric moisture.

Running another simulation… Nope, it can self-generate just by existing. That's great, but why do I feel like I'm missing something? Some kind of exponential growth scenario? That definitely sounds like something that could happen.

Also, is Chrono tech just straight-up cheating at this point? It already leads to infinite energy and matter manipulation. Now I have self-regenerating ice that could theoretically keep going forever.

Alright, one thing at a time. First, I need to figure out how to accelerate the regeneration process. Flash-freezing might be an option…

That brings me to my next project—time bubbles.

Specifically, time acceleration bubbles. I already have the theoretical framework for them since they're a necessary component of overlapping dimensions. Now I just need to design the proper buildings and modules.

I already have the theory down—it's part of creating overlapping dimensions. I just need a proper structure and the necessary modules to execute it.

Alright, first things first: size and range.

I'm thinking megastructure scale—a 20-story building with a 250-meter base footprint. It'll function similarly to the Fog Spire, but instead of producing fog, it will use a modified shield projector to generate temporal effects.

For testing, I'll start small—a floating 25-meter diameter sphere as the initial control point floating in the middle of the 30 meter diameter hole. A blue laser stream will deliver power from below, stabilizing the field.

Structurally, it's technically similar to an Iron Curtain device, but with three prong-like spires built around to contain the sphere, directing the temporal effect upward into the sky.

With proper power routing, I should be able to project time bubbles over a massive area, potentially covering a 500-kilometer radius with ease. I'll also need to dynamically shape the bubbles to focus on specific areas I want to accelerate.

For practical use, I'll need at least three of these structures across Japan.

The default time acceleration will be a safe 10× speed. In theory, I could push it up to a 64-bit limit, but that level of time dilation would create absolute chaos when merging back with real-time. Let's not risk breaking causality just yet.

Alright, sending the construction orders now—one at Pearl Base, one at the main Abyssal Base in the Pacific, and three in Japan.

The only way to travel quickly between these locations is Chronoshifting, which, to be fair, we've been using a lot since we got the tech.

Now that I think about it, I should probably install a similar system for Artemis and the Orbital Shipyard. Maybe if I reduce the range, I can make smaller, more efficient components...

That should work, right?

Quite a few hours later

Proselyte's POV - Cairo, Egypt

"Sir! We're under attack!"

The urgent psychic report from a frontline trooper cuts through my mind. I glance upward toward my master. He's already received the same message.

"Go deal with them. Buy me time."

His voice echoes through my mind—calm, absolute. I nod wordlessly and sprint toward my MCV, a stolen piece of Allied technology we repurposed after ransacking their base. I seize direct control over our forces while Master Yuri remains focused on the Psychic Amplifier's construction.

Psychic amplifier still in building process.. as I sent psychic link to every available units to create command link..

I extend my psychic link while rushing to my MCV, issuing commands to all available units, syncing them into a singular command web.

Our losses are heavy—our initial force of 400 infantry has already been cut in half. The enemy's Virus troops are proving to be too effective. I suppress my frustration.

"Bulldog squads, reinforce base defenses."

I mark the location mentally, confirming with my forward scouts. Meanwhile, I restart infantry production—we still have a cloning facility online.

A sudden tremor.

More drillships breaching the surface. I send out a command for GIs to intercept the nearest one.

Then—movement.

A tank column approaches. Mantis scrap tanks, a signature of the Scorpion Cell. I barely begin issuing a defensive order when—

A flash. An instinct. I move.

I fling my arm up, forming a psychic forcefield just in time to deflect an invisible strike. It cuts through my barrier—nearly cleaving through my side as I twist my body out of the way.

I haven't even reached the MCV yet.

"Malver…"

I exhale his name. No response. Not psychically, not verbally.

And that's what unsettles me the most—I can't feel him. My senses scream that someone is near, but I can't pinpoint him.

I push forward. Cloning facility—activated. Reinforcements incoming.

Another invisible blade slices toward me from behind. I yank a clump of sand upward, throwing it between us with my psychic power—

The blade collides, scattering the sand into dust.

It can be blocked by physical matter…

The realization clicks. His psychic blades aren't illusions—they're destructive, but not unstoppable. Good. The battlefield is filled with dirt and sand—plenty of material for me to use.

I sigh, sending a brief psychic message to my master.

"Forgive me, Master. I am… occupied at the moment."

Bang!

My instincts scream.

I reinforce my legs with psychic energy and lunge sideways.

A sniper round carves through the air where I stood a second ago.

Fwooh!

Another invisible blade. I roll, kicking up another wave of sand, aiming where I predict Malver to be.

The outline of a shadowy figure emerges from the dust—

I whip out my sidearm and fire.

Clang!

The bullets never reach him—his psychic blade deflects them effortlessly. It's not even a real weapon, yet his talent makes it as lethal as any steel.

I push a new command into the psychic web.

"Reinforcements—take out the snipers first."

I tighten my grip on my weapon and my psychic senses.

Malver isn't just an assassin. He's a force of nature. And I'm about to fight him head-on.