Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Yunru's POV - Hokkaido , 1000

"Form ranks!" a sharp female voice commanded across the training field.

From my position atop a newly constructed observation post, I observed the recruits moving into formation. The structure overlooked the entire field, giving me a clear view of the exercise.

"So, why exactly are you here?" Nightshade asked from beside me, casually munching on a bucket of popcorn.

"I'm here to gather feedback." I replied, bringing up a holographic screen. "Sure, I could just watch through the live feed, but asking them directly gives better insight."

I tapped a few icons, pulling up my current project—a new dropship design. It was based on the Hammerhead's hull but modified to accommodate the oversized power armor these recruits would be using. Unlike the standard model, this version included support for a human pilot while also integrating an AI co-pilot in case of emergencies.

Adjusting my goggles, I zoomed in on the training field. With a quick gesture, I summoned a seat. Instead of a simple chair, I ended up with a plush sofa—typical, since Abyssals seemed to have an aversion to anything without some level of comfort.

Nightshade plopped down beside me, conjuring her own sofa and casually sharing her popcorn.

"Thanks," I said, tossing a piece into my mouth as the training continued below.

Ex Navy Seal's POV - Training ground

I stood at attention in the front row as the woman before us studied our formation. She didn't look like the demon who had razed an entire city, but there was something unsettlingly familiar about her. That hooded cape… it seemed like a standard uniform for these Abyssals.

"Attention!" she called out, raising her hand. A sphere of liquid metal floated above her palm, shimmering and shifting as if alive.

"You lot are the first to receive new combat armor," she said with a chuckle. Beside her, large crates suddenly phased into view, their hexagonal panels de-cloaking like ghosts appearing from thin air.

"These boxes contain your underarmor. It's better to get scanned now rather than the first time you pilot a Knight Armor," she continued.

Knight Armor? I frowned at the unfamiliar term but kept my thoughts to myself.

"Form a line, step into the scanner, then return to your original position," she instructed, tapping her foot impatiently.

We obeyed, forming a single-file line. When my turn came, I stepped into the scanning chamber. A soft hum filled the air as a light swept over my body from head to toe.

From the sides of the box, the same liquid metal I had seen earlier began to flow, rapidly encasing me. The sensation was strange—neither cold nor warm, just… neutral.

Within seconds, my military uniform had been replaced by a sleek, form-fitting suit. It was skintight yet reinforced at key areas—joints, torso, even the crotch. I tugged at the material experimentally. It looked like rubber, but it definitely didn't feel like it.

"Biometric scan completed," an automated voice from the chamber announced. A green arrow lit up, directing me to step out.

As I moved back to my original spot, I glanced at my squadmates. They were all clad in identical suits, their expressions ranging from curiosity to mild discomfort.

The woman in front smirked. "What you're wearing is called underarmor. It normally comes with an Ignis laser pistol that attaches to the hip holster."

Instinctively, my hand went to my hip, expecting the weight of a weapon.

"Of course, I didn't include the Ignis pistol or its rifle variant for today's training," she added before I could even ask.

I exhaled through my nose. So, no guns today.

"Instead, today is about familiarizing you with what will be your standard operational armor. Warp it in!" she commanded.

Behind her, multiple glowing blue spheres materialized, distorting the air around them.

Chrono bubbles. I recognized them from old war photos.

One by one, massive humanoid machines emerged from the bubbles. Standing at roughly three meters tall, they looked like something straight out of a comic book. Each had a heavily reinforced frame with a thick shield attached to one arm.

(Author's note: Can't use Gundam, it won't even come out till 1979 which is 7 years from now)

The color scheme was pure white with gold trim.

The bubbles kept appearing until there were exactly thirty of these machines—one for each of us.

"Go pick your power armor and stand in front of it!" she ordered.

The color scheme was pure white with gold trim.

The bubbles kept appearing until there were exactly thirty of these machines—one for each of us.

"Go pick your own power armor and stand in front of it!" she ordered.

Without hesitation, we moved. I rushed toward the closest one, taking in its sheer size. It towered over me, its helmet-like head giving it an imposing, knightly appearance.

"What you're looking at is the standard Knight Armor, it is 3 meters tall." she continued. "For today's training, I'll teach you how to operate it."

I turned toward my assigned armor, stepping closer as she gave the final instruction.

"Now, step in."

The front of the machine suddenly melted away, revealing a cockpit-like interior. As I climbed inside, the armor sealed itself around me. The interior adjusted to my height, guiding my arms and legs into position.

"Biometric scan… confirmed," a male automated voice stated.

Darkness surrounded me for a brief moment.

"Hello?" I asked, unsure if I was supposed to do something.

"Greetings," the voice responded. "I am 04, your power armor AI."

I blinked. "You can talk?"

"Yes."

This was… something else.

"Now calibrating sensory input. Please look toward the light," the AI instructed.

Two green lights appeared above me. I followed them as they moved left, right, and downward.

"Calibration complete. Displaying sensor feed."

The darkness vanished, replaced by a fully rendered view of the outside world. It was as if I were looking through a clear visor—except I knew there were layers of armor between me and the environment.

"So… can I move now?" I asked, attempting to flex my fingers.

"Calibrating pressure and motion control," the AI responded.

Slowly, I felt my limbs regain movement. As I raised my arm, the power armor's massive gauntlet mirrored my motion on the HUD.

I took a tentative step forward. The suit moved with me, responsive yet powerful, the ground sinking slightly under its weight.

"Displaying health monitor and weapon slot," the AI continued.

On the bottom left of my display, a heartbeat monitor and a full-body outline of myself appeared. On the right, a rectangular section remained empty.

"That rectangle will display weapon outlines and ammunition. Simulating Ignis rifle for tutorial," the AI announced.

Suddenly, an image of a rifle appeared in the box. It was bulkier than the standard Ignis infantry rifle, but unmistakably a firearm. Next to it, the ammo count read 400 / ∞.

"Infinite ammo?" I asked.

"Yes. The Ignis Rifle only requires brief cooldown periods between energy cycles," the AI confirmed.

I exhaled slowly, adjusting to the sheer level of technology at my disposal. This was far beyond anything I had trained with before.

"Attention!" the woman shouted. Instinctively, I straightened my posture, and the Knight Armor shifted with me. The synchronization was uncanny—almost like a second skin, just several tons heavier and far more powerful.

"Good. For now, we're going on a 100-kilometer run." she continued, her voice calm yet firm. "I'm sending the data to your HUD now."

A map appeared within my visor, detailing the course. It wasn't just a small track—we were heading through varied terrain, including dirt roads, forested paths, and rocky inclines.

"You won't feel much exhaustion at first, so we're running five laps to get you adjusted," she added. "And I'll be chasing you."

Chasing us? That didn't sound great. I had seen what these Abyssal girls could do—if she was coming after us, it meant she wanted to push us hard.

"Now, go!"

I didn't hesitate. I launched into a sprint, and the armor reacted instantly. It was like running in a dream—no resistance, just pure motion. Each step landed with a heavy thud, the ground blurring beneath me, trees whipping past as I followed the designated path.

The others followed close behind, their heavy footsteps pounding the earth. The armor adjusted to every movement, stabilizing our body and absorbing impact as we rush through the landscape.

The first five kilometers flew by in minutes. My breathing remained steady, my body unaffected by the usual strain. But I wasn't fooled—I knew what the girl meant when she said we'd need to adjust. The human body wasn't meant to move this fast for this long, even if the armor was doing most of the work.

Then, something changed.

A sharp beeping sound echoed in my helmet. A red marker appeared on my HUD—behind us.

"Incoming," the AI stated in a neutral tone.

I turned my head slightly and caught a glimpse of her. The girl seem to be jogging and effortlessly keeping up with us.

"Don't slow down," she called out from behind. "You're going to learn real quick that in this armor, stopping is your biggest mistake."

Then she vanished.

A cold chill ran down my spine.

"Where did she—?"

Before I could finish the thought, a blur appeared in front of me. The girl had somehow circled ahead of us in an instant, standing in the middle of our path.

"Dodge!" my AI warned.

I barely reacted in time. I shifted my weight to the side, and the armor threw me into a hard roll, just as the girl swung her leg in a sweeping arc. Those who didn't react in time were sent flying, crashing through trees and rolling across the dirt.

I barely had time to recover before she was gone again.

I pushed forward, adrenaline spiking despite knowing my body wasn't actually feeling the strain. This wasn't just endurance training—it was combat training. She was teaching us the hard way that running wasn't just about speed. It was about survival.

By the time we hit the 40-kilometer mark, the run had turned into a full-blown chase. Every few minutes, she would appear from nowhere, forcing us to react. She swept legs, grabbed shoulders, and even kicked some of us mid-stride just to see how well we could recover.

The worst part? I still hadn't managed to land a single hit on her.

"45 Kilometers mark" my AI urged as I regained my footing from another near miss.

I gritted my teeth and pushed harder. My body might not be exhausted, but my mind was starting to wear down. My instincts kept screaming at me to stop, to breathe, but the armor wouldn't let me feel tired. It was unnatural, forcing me to move beyond human limits.

By the fifth lap, my head was spinning. Not from exhaustion, but from sheer effort in trying to keep up with the speed. I could tell the others were struggling too.

As we finally reached the training ground, I gasped out, "Can I get out?"

The suit responded instantly, unlocking its restraints. The front melted open, and I stumbled forward onto the grass, barely able to support my own weight before doubling over and vomiting.

I took deep, ragged breaths, still on my hands and knees as the last of the nausea wracked my system. The armor had suppressed exhaustion, dulled pain, and enhanced my reflexes, but it hadn't stopped my brain from being overwhelmed.

I wiped my mouth and forced myself to sit up. The others weren't much better. Some were still doubled over, heaving onto the grass, while a few managed to lean against their armor for support. The ones still standing looked like they'd just walked out of a storm, unsteady and dazed.

She barely looked winded.

The girl—our so-called instructor—stood with her arms crossed, watching us with an expression I couldn't read.

"Overstimulated by sight and speed," she said, as if that explained everything.

No kidding. My head was still spinning from the sheer amount of sensory overload. The HUD, the AI's constant updates, the way the suit moved so fast it felt like I was inside a damn missile—everything about this was beyond what I'd ever experienced.

She let the silence drag for a moment longer, then nodded to herself.

"Not bad," she finally said. "For your first time."

I barely had time to feel an ounce of pride before she turned away, walking off like this had all been some casual morning jog. Then she stopped, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Tomorrow, we do it again." Her lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smirk, but close enough to make my stomach twist. "Try not to get caught so easily."

I groaned, dropping my head back to the ground.

Tomorrow was going to be hell.