Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Hestia class MCV's POV - 2200 , West Sahara, Africa

As I materialize on the scorching sand, I let out a sigh. Teleportation successful.

The Commander picked me for this mission. Not that I mind—wandering through cities is always fun—but a desert? Really? At least it's a construction job. That's something to look forward to.

I take a moment to scan my surroundings. Sand, sand, and more sand. Then, a camp comes into view, closer than I expected. Guess I won't need to send out scouting drones.

The Commander mentioned something about a deal with Scorpion Cell. A trade, more or less. I walk toward the camp when I hear shouting.

Huh. They can see me in the dark?

There's no light source out here, and I don't have any active lights on me. My hoodie should be suppressing my presence. Yet, suddenly, someone appears in front of me, dressed in dark robes.

("Ah, Malver. He'll probably take you to the construction site. As far as I know, his psychic blade shouldn't be able to cut through our supercharged Iron Curtain hull combined with the Klein Field.") The Commander's voice comes through my comms.

I watch as Malver lifts a small vial of green liquid, that probably what commander want. Without a word, I will my nanoswarms to take it from his grasp and store it within my hull.

"Lead the way," I say.

He nods, silent as ever. It still feels odd how easily they've accepted this deal—especially since we aren't shooting at them.

What was the agreement again? Right. Root out Yuri's influence in exchange for improving life in the region. That starts with food and energy production. We build the infrastructure, and it's their job to copy the design and maintain it.

Following Malver into the camp, I scan my surroundings. The place looks deserted, but my sensors tell me otherwise. Around 100 personnel are hiding nearby—far more than I expected for a camp of this size.

We stop at a marked area in the sand.

"You know we can build this underground, right?" I ask.

Both reactors and vertical farms are designed for underwater or underground environments. It's kind of the whole point. Sure we can build out in the open but we in desert and having 20 stories building pop up overnight gonna draw attention.

"But… isn't it supposed to be a farm?" A voice mutters from one of the tents. A man steps forward, clad in full mechanic gear, tools strapped across his belt. Rashidi.

"Have you heard of vertical farming?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Well, I have, and so has the Commander. We know you've got an underground system. I can just place the structures down there and connect them to your tunnels."

They really thought they could hide from an nanoswarms? I've been mapping out the place since I arrived. The underground tunnels are more complex than expected, with multiple layers overlapping each other.

"Wait a second," Rashidi mutters. He walks over to a random spot, kicks the sand, and reveals a hidden hatch.

…

I stare at it.

How the hell did my nanoswarms miss that?

Now that it's open, it registers on my scans. But I completely overlooked it before. Weird.

... I look at it.. okay apparently my nanoswarms can't detect that somehow? I mean now its registers but like I miss the whole hatch? How?

Shaking my head, I follow Rashidi down the hatch. Malver, of course, turns invisible a few seconds later.

All my sensors return nothing. Even the nanoswarms spread in the air detect emptiness where he stands. I can see his outline, but the nanoswarms instinctively avoid the space he occupies. His ability bends even our technology? Interesting.

A short walk later, we arrive at an empty section of the tunnels. Rashidi stops and gestures to an open space.

"This place," he says.

"Alright then," I reply.

With a thought, my nanoswarms surge into motion. The vertical farm starts assembling within the cavern while the reactor is built deeper underground to allow proper heat ventilation.

A few minutes later, I clap my hands. "Done."

Rashidi stares at me, dumbfounded.

"How about a tour?" I offer, watching his reaction.

"…Sure," he says, still processing what just happened.

I hum in response and step through the entrance of the vertical farm. Bright lights flood the interior—necessary for plant growth. Rashidi glances around, taking in the sight of the flourishing crops.

"How do you even harvest all of this?" he finally asks.

I pause. Technically, we harvest via nanoswarms, so height isn't an issue.

"Would a ladder be fine for you guys?" I ask.

He blinks.

I raise a hand, willing a sphere of nanoswarms to float in front of me. "These are too convenient for us. Would a ladder suffice? The farm already has auto-planters, so adding auto-harvesters wouldn't be difficult."

"Ehh… We can figure it out ourselves, I'm sure," Rashidi mutters.

I nod. He's well-known for reverse engineering. It shouldn't be too hard for them to replicate the system.

"Very well then. Excuse me."

The bubble form around me, and in an instant, I teleport back to the Abyssal Base in Japan.

A week later, 0900

Aqua's POV - Underneath Tokyo, Japan

I stood in my lab, running the final test on my latest project—a new material that, hopefully, could rival the Iron Curtain effect.

The lab was located beneath the Abyssal residential complex near Tokyo. Honestly, shifting my main base to Japan had been more than worth it.

I had left Terra and her team in charge of the underwater base, I mean she can go out and do something but she got the highest authority on that base.

Anyway, the upgrades to Japan were now complete. Hokkaido had been fully revamped, and civilians who had been evacuated from the region were finally returning, according to the latest reports.

Healthcare was now free, and life extension had become a side effect of my medical nanoswarms. Most illnesses had been eradicated—though not all. After all, I couldn't outright reverse entropy. Not including breaking time. But I could, however, cheat it by creating new cells to replace old ones and supercharging them to function like those of a teenager. In theory, that meant biological immortality.

As for body alternation, I gonna hold that off for like a month till I find out what happen when human got tails and animal ears.

Of course, that didn't affect me much, given that I was already immortal. Not that I had truly felt the effects of it yet, since it hadn't even been a full year.

Ping.

Ah, the test was complete. I pulled up the results.

Projectile resistance test: effective against railgun shots. The level of protection scaled with size and thickness, also depending on projectile caliber.

Superconductivity test: successful. This meant I could create an anti-EMP layer to protect circuits underneath.

Extreme thermal resistance test: highly effective against laser weapons.

Yep, this was exactly what I needed—an advanced, scalable material.

It was, essentially, a Hyper-Dense Nanotube Alloy—a material based on carbon nanotubes. I had figured it out some time ago while upgrading T-Doll armor, combining that research with various other material studies.

Now for another project this time for human if I remembered correctly, Space Marines used ceramic alloys? I wasn't entirely sure, since I didn't have any direct source material to reference. So, what did I do? Trial and error.

And what I find out made me realize how little I actually knew. I had essentially rediscovered composite armor. This world already had it—practically the same version that existed in my original world since World War 2.

(Author's Note: That was a very informative rabbit hole search.)

My version was somewhat similar, but with key improvements. The ceramic alloy itself could already withstand railgun shots or any high-velocity projectile—though not sustained rapid fire. So, how did I fix that? I integrated carbon nanotubes, which absorbed and dispersed impact forces efficiently across a larger area underneath the ceramic plating.

Next, I had to find a way to maintain the ceramic layers' shape after being dented. Surprisingly, that was easier than expected. This material was already denser than a tungsten cube, so rather than shattering, it simply deformed so I don't really need to do anything on that front.

Then a way to keep the shape of the ceramic layers after being dent.. which is easier then I thought as its is kinda dense then tungsten cube already.

So just deform.. let test armor piercing round against 5 cm thichness (2 inch) at no angle 2 meters wall.. scratch the thing dent but not that noticeable no breakthrough.

Nice next railgun.. infantry version that I will field.. slightly larger dent still no breakthrough..

now railgun tank cannon that I plan to put on the tank.. shot armor deform.. still no breakthrough..

nicely done..

Now let just try degree slope as that what seem to be the case on most tanks anyway.. as I run the simulation on this..

Test 1: Armor-piercing round – ceramic plating with 5 cm (2 inches) thickness, fired at point-blank range from a standard rifle. The result? A minor dent, barely noticeable. No penetration. Good so far let go higher.

Test 2: Infantry railgun – The prototype version I planned to field. A slightly larger dent, but still no breakthrough. Nice, although I pretty sure official version will not look like this ugly thing.

Test 3: Railgun tank cannon – The version intended for Human armored vehicles. The impact deformed the armor, but again, no penetration.

So far, so good.

Now, for the next step—angled armor testing. Most modern tanks relied on sloped armor to deflect incoming rounds, so I needed to simulate battlefield conditions.

Amy's POV - Tokyo Imperial Palace, Japan

"I still can't believe Aqua-chan sent me to this..." I muttered, slouching on the sofa in the waiting room inside the Emperor's castle.

"To be fair, Amy-chan, I don't think Master planned this either," Helena replied, taking a sip from the cup of tea that the palace servants had prepared for us.

"And even then, we can just teleport to her when we're done with this," she added, her eyes drifting to the folding doors and the intricate bamboo patterns painted onto the paper walls.

A voice came from the other side of the partition. "Ma'am, His Majesty is ready to meet you," a servant announced as the sliding doors opened.

"Let's get this over with," I sighed, pushing myself up from the chair. I was still dressed in my usual hoodie—sure, we had military uniforms crafted by Terra a while back, but it wasn't like it mattered. We had far too much going on for formalities.

Besides, I wasn't even sure why we had to wait. The Emperor was the one who wanted to meet Aqua-chan. If it were important, she could just teleport in as she said we are her representative.

We followed a young woman dressed in a kimono through a hallway and into a more traditional chamber.

There, seated in an ornate wooden chair, was a man clad in full imperial regalia—the very image of an emperor if I'd ever seen one.

He was old, well into his seventies, with an expression that was both composed and weary. A second wooden chair, placed directly across from him at a low table.

The assistant beside him bowed gracefully before announcing, "May I present to you, Emperor Shōwa (Hirohito) of Japan." She then lowered herself to kneel on the raised platform beside the room.

The Emperor gave a polite nod. "Greetings."

Helena stepped to my right as I casually returned the greeting. "Greetings, Emperor of Japan."

There was no reverence in my tone, nor hostility—just a neutral acknowledgment. He had no leverage over us, after all.

At the same time, Helena silently sent a scan report to me—Eight assassins present. More stationed on the floor below. It wasn't like assassins could actually kill T-Dolls, but better safe than sorry—especially if they had explosives rigged to this place.

The Emperor let out a weary sigh before speaking. "First, I must express my gratitude to you and your leader for coming to Japan's aid." His voice was formal, measured, carrying the weight of years spent ruling, even if it just ceremony at this point? Yeah can't remember what role do emperor do here.

I remained standing beside the empty chair across from him, while Helena stood on the other side. I simply nodded, and he continued.

"Second, I wish to thank your leader in person. The reconstruction of Japan—this full-scale revitalization—was something I have pushed for decades, only for it to be realized within mere weeks." He let out a soft, almost bitter laugh.

Cough, cough. He suddenly broke into a coughing fit. His assistant quickly moved forward, offering him a cup of tea. He took it with a steady hand, sipping slowly before regaining his composure.

"My apologies," he said, his voice steady once more.

I gave a polite nod. "Please, continue."

His expression turned serious. "The matter at hand is of great importance. My time on the throne is coming to an end, and so I must address the issue of succession."

I blinked. Succession? That's what this was about?

("Ahhh...") I heard Aqua-chan's voice through our comms.

A small distortion flickered in the air above the empty wooden chair across from the Emperor.

A second later, Aqua-chan materialized, smoothly settling into the seat. She was in her usual attire, but her hoodie now had glowing neon blue outlines, her giant wolf tail sit snugly behind her body.

A slow, almost wicked smile spread across her lips as she leaned forward slightly, her gaze locked onto the Emperor.

"Hello" she said with amusement in her tone.

Aqua's POV

You know, sometimes it's fun to act like this—like you're role-playing without actually being crazy. But who am I kidding? I am crazy. Anyone would be, stuck in that black void for who knows how long.

Anyway, the Emperor looks very old. Anxious, too. Not that it matters much. I keep my usual smile as I lean back slightly in my chair.

"So, I assume you want my backing?" I ask, tilting my head.

He shakes his head slightly before answering, "Yes… and no."

I stare at him. Well?

I already feel my patience wearing thin. My time is far better spent researching and designing than dealing with this political bullshit that approaching.

"Keep it brief," I say, my voice laced with irritation.

He nods. "Very well. I intend to pass the Emperor's title to my heir, Akihito."

I nod absentmindedly. I can't really remember if that happened in my previous world. I never studied Japan's history in detail, but it sounds about right.

Then, he says it.

"I want you to marry him."

I let out a long sigh and stand up from my chair.

"No," I reply flatly, shaking my head. What a stupid reason to request a meeting.

Turning away, I order Chronosphere for a three-person teleport. Amy and Helena instinctively step closer.

"Please reconsider!" The Emperor's voice suddenly turns desperate. "You could become Empress! The official ruler of Japan, with the legitimacy of the Imperial throne! The people will accept you as the 125th Emperor's chosen successor! The daughter of the sun goddess Amaterasu!"

I scoff, shaking my head. "That's a stupid deal, and you know it."

A slight movement catches my eye. A shuriken.

Seriously? Shurikens?

One of the assassins makes a move, but the attack is laughable. The blue neon glow of my hoodie flares as the impact triggers its built-in defense system. The hexagonal layers shimmer for a moment as the projectile bounces harmlessly off.

See, this is why I spent time modifying the Iron Curtain tech instead of these politicking. After some tweaking with Helena, we changed its properties so it could be stored in non-human-contact surfaces—like clothes and ship hulls. Now, I have a built-in Iron-Curtained hoodie. Pretty neat, huh?

Amy, ever the fast one, reacts instantly. A single Graviton Sniper shot rings out. The assassin's body drops before I even hear the impact.

Did that shot just pass through the whole damn palace? I mean its fire from sniper rifle so probably yes.

I glance around. Odd. Shouldn't there have been more than one attacker? If only one moved, then either they went rogue… or the others are waiting for a better moment.

"STOP!" the Emperor roars, his voice trembling with rage.

I shake my head and sigh. "Note to self: clean up the ruling class and all political parties," I mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

Without another word, the Chronosphere activates, and we vanish from the palace.

We reappear in my underground lab. I throw myself onto the bed I made a few days ago with my nanoswarms, letting out an exasperated groan.

"That made me very angry," I say, pressing my face into a pillow.

Amy crosses her arms. "You could've let me kill him."

"I like that idea," Helena adds.

"We'll figure it out later," I mutter. "First, I need to assign someone to weed out the entire government."

Politics annoy me. I barely understand them. The whole House of Representatives thing? I pretty sure it Just some convoluted way of deciding things, right? It all seems so inefficient. But hey, not my problem. Someone else can handle it. Maybe an MCV unit can sort out the mess.

For now, I sigh and look up at my girls. "Come join me."

Amy and Helena don't hesitate, crawling onto the bed to form a cuddle pile.

Now this is how I should be spending my time. Designing, getting head pats, and not dealing with stupid marriage proposals.

And yes, I'm still pissed off. That Emperor just wasted 2 hours of my quality time.