Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Yunru's POV

Trying to sleep was proving futile. I tossed and turned on the bed, but no position helped. My hand-rig computer was gone—eaten or taken, I wasn't sure which. The thought made me sigh as I shook my head.

Dad… Mom… The memory of them surfaced briefly, but I quickly forced it out of my mind. I didn't want to think about them, about how distant they'd always felt. Even before being kidnapped, I rarely saw them—maybe once a year, and even then, it was in hospitals where they claimed to be recovering.

But that wasn't true, was it? Not with how effortlessly they moved during the kidnapping.

"It was a setup," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. My tears had long since dried, leaving behind an empty ache. Lying down was pointless. I sat up, steeling myself with a deep breath, and slapped my cheeks with both hands.

First things first. From what I could tell, these people only rescued—or kidnapped—me and my family. That meant they wanted something from me. My gaze drifted to the desk on the other side of the room, where a steaming cup of hot chocolate sat waiting. I was sure it had just appeared there, seemingly out of nowhere.

I sighed again as I stood and walked toward it. Whatever these people wanted, they at least wanted me comfortable for now. Still, their technology was leagues beyond anything the Allies were known to have.

Matter conversion? Teleportation? I wondered as I picked up the cup and sipped. This drink had to come from somewhere.

The hot chocolate was delicious. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had something like this. My days had been filled with coffee—research fuel, not indulgence. The taste brought a faint, bittersweet smile to my lips.

Then it hit me. Research. That's what they wanted wasn't it.

I placed the cup back on the desk, pacing slightly to calm my nerves. It's not interrogation, is it? No, if they were going to interrogate me, they wouldn't bother with comforts like this. They wanted my knowledge. Leverage… I needed to think. My projects—maybe the Centurion?

But then again, did the Centurion even matter anymore? The fleet was destroyed. I'd seen the clips of those strange flying girls obliterating a Soviet base. If they could fully repel or destroy China's navy, the war was as good as over for my side.

And now I'd been kidnapped by three girls who seemed similar to those flying ones—though without the jet thruster legs. The explosions I'd heard inside the lab before I was taken weren't isolated. The entire base was likely wrecked. China had already lost if they can strike at Beijing without raising any alarm before that.

I sighed and sipped the chocolate again, mulling over the implications. If I was still alive, that meant I was valuable to them. But how had they even known about me? I'd always stayed in my labs, far from any front lines.

My thoughts were interrupted by the soft hiss of the door opening. My heart jumped, and I instinctively tensed. Was someone coming in? But when I glanced at the doorway, no one was there. A remote-controlled door?

Curious—and wary—I stepped outside, still holding the cup of hot chocolate. The hallway was stark and functional, its gray walls illuminated by strips of light along the ceiling's edges. The design reminded me of a submarine—narrow, utilitarian, and confined.

Only one door along the hallway was open, leading into what seemed to be a common room. As I approached, faint sounds of activity grew louder. I hesitated briefly before stepping through.

The room was cozy in a strange way. A girl sat behind some kind of paper screen. She glanced up and waved at me. Before I could react, a large beanbag chair materialized near the end of the table. Two other girls in the room turned to look at me.

Their gazes weren't the usual calculating stares I'd grown used to as a "genius." Instead, they seemed curious. It was… unsettling in its own way. I hesitated for a moment before sitting in the beanbag, clutching the cup in my hands.

The girl behind the screen nodded and brought up a timer and a map. Thirty minutes until we arrived in Japan.

They seemed to be playing some kind of tabletop game. Miniature figures dotted the map, and the girl behind the screen began explaining something to the others. They turned their attention back to her, their conversation continuing as though I wasn't even there.

I quietly observed, sipping my chocolate. For now, that was all I could do.

Terra's POV - Main base

I sat in the cafeteria of the main base with the rest of the command crew—well, four of us, at least. Amy and Helena were off with Commander Aqua. I was pretty sure they were flirting nonstop—or engaging in what might pass as the commander's odd version of a courting ritual.

Meanwhile, I'd just finished supervising the construction of the third Wisdom Cube factory and upgraded the reactor capacity outside the base by an additional 50 units. Artemis was currently in the final stages of assembly, her awakening scheduled for later today.

But, of course, Commander Aqua had left out a critical detail. She forgot to specify how many T-Dolls Artemis should produce and station, I thought with a sigh. It was just like her to get caught up in something else and leave important directives dangling.

I connected to her through the comms. ("Commander.")

("Ah, Terra-chan! What's up?") she replied, her tone light, as though she was in the middle of something. Probably more flirting.

I kept it quick. ("You forgot to specify how many T-Dolls Artemis needs to produce.")

("Oh, right. Have her create 25 of her choosing. Also, set a reminder for me—if I don't work on a space combat kit for the T-Dolls within a week, remind me.")

Seriously? I thought, resisting the urge to sigh again. Couldn't she ask Amy or Helena for something like that?

("Affirmative, Commander,") I said instead.

She wasn't done, though. ("By the way, has Shinano completed assembling her crew yet?")

("Her crews are fully assembled, Commander.")

She cut the connection after that, leaving me to wonder about Artemis's lack of vehicles. Sure, she was technically a space station, but even so, Aqua still hadn't come up with a proper fighter craft design. It wasn't like Artemis could launch an offensive on her own.

I returned to my meal—fried rice and chicken—only to have my thoughts interrupted by Pama, seated across the cafeteria table.

"As I was saying! There's a challenge run in the simulator. Something about raiding the villain's base. I think I'm going to join the raider side this time!"

Tama, sitting beside her, gave a casual shrug. "Good luck, Pama."

"What? You're joining me, Tama! We're sisters!" Pama exclaimed, grabbing Tama by the shoulders and giving her a playful shake.

"Good luck both of you" Tessa who sitting next to me said as she continue eating her meal.

I couldn't help but smile faintly as I continued eating. At least I'd have something entertaining to watch this evening.

Shinano's POV

"Zzz... Zzz... Zzz..."

("Shinano-chan~") a voice called faintly, interrupting my peaceful slumber. I hugged one of my nine tails tighter, burying my face into its soft, fluffy warmth.

("Shinano-chan!") the voice called louder this time, jarring me awake.

"Huh?" I yawned and mumbled groggily.

("Shinano-chan, wake up! You can sleep later once you're in transit.") The voice persisted, dragging me from my dreams.

I reluctantly opened my eyes, still heavy with sleep. Stretching out, I rolled over, my nine tails splaying across the bed as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. ("So… yawn... Shikikan, you are my Shikikan, right?") I asked, my tone still thick with drowsiness.

("You know, I never thought I'd hear someone call me Shikikan so soon, but it's nice to meet you, Shinano-chan! You can call me Aqua,") the voice chirped through the comm. Aqua, huh? My Shikikan was a woman this time not a problem. Well, at least she had good taste—soft beds and the ability to make things cozy. Definitely a brownie point in her favor.

Still, her name being Aqua made me think of water. Speaking of which, I was hungry. Food first, then whatever she needed.

I stepped out of my dorm room, heading toward the cafeteria. As I walked, I activated my comm again. ("So, Aqua-chan, are you calling because you want to touch one of my tails?") I asked teasingly.

("Yes… Wait, no! That's not why I called!") Aqua stammered. Then, regaining her composure, she added, ("Back to the topic—Shinano, I need you to head to the Arctic Sea and set up a base of operations there. Or anywhere in Soviet territory, really.")

as I use my access code to do a broadcast across the main base

("Got it") I replied with another yawn as I entered the cafeteria.

Using my access code, I activated the base's broadcast system. "Yawn… All Shinano's crew, please report to the cafeteria for roll call and task assignments," I announced as my voice echoed across the base.

Turning my attention back to Aqua, I asked, ("Anyway, Aqua-chan, you said missions? What are my objectives?")

("Two main ones,") Aqua replied. ("First, crush the Soviets. Second, if possible, prevent Yuri from escaping. While you're at it, dig up anything Psycorp-related and send it back to me, Hestia, or Terra—any of us will do. Questions?")

"Yawn... Just one question, Aqua-chan. Will I have any of Hestia-chan's team with me?" I asked, still rubbing the last traces of sleep from my eyes. If I was going to feel comfortable during this mission, I'd definitely need someone who could build an entire base effortlessly. Sure, I could do it myself, but honestly? I'd rather be napping when we weren't fighting or eating.

"You'll get two Hestias joining you after you start your operation," Aqua replied confidently. "They'll catch up with you just as you're about to enter the operation zone, so don't worry."

I nodded, reassured. My focus shifted to my surroundings as I remembered I was still in the cafeteria. A T-Doll waitress approached behind the counter, and I cup my stomach like it will growl.

"Anything with meat works. Also, I'll need some snacks for the journey," I requested.

"Coming right up," the T-Doll replied with a polite bow before heading into the kitchen.

("Understood, Aqua-chan,") I then responded over the comm, my tone more awake now.

("Good luck, Shinano-chan. And don't forget to have fun!") Aqua added cheerfully before the line disconnected.

"Big sis!" a familiar voice called out from nearby.

I turned to see a Combat T-Doll with fox ears and a single fluffy tail, her brown hair and fur making her look like a younger version of me. It was Tsuna—my first T-Doll and one I had adopted the moment I'd built her.

"Yes, Tsuna?" I asked with a smile.

She saluted smartly before reporting, "I checked the headcount. We're only missing a few more T-Dolls. All Hammerheads are accounted for, and so are all ten Raptors, sis!"

"Thank you, Tsuna," I replied warmly. "Grab a meal first. We'll eat once we're on the move."

Moments later, the waitress returned with a large pot of steaming food and a box of cookies.

"Thanks," I said, nodding as I willed the pot and box into my hull for storage. Turning to the rest of my crew in the cafeteria, I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, "Girls! Grab your food now! We'll eat once we're on board! Oh here is Shikikan's orders!"

The room quieted as everyone turned to listen. "Our mission is to destroy the Soviets and recover any Psycorp data we can find. We'll go over the detailed plan after the meal!"

Satisfied with their acknowledgment, I glanced over at Tsuna, who was already getting her food with a bright smile. Her smaller pot of food looked delicious, too—apparently, the T-Doll chef running the base's kitchen was quite skilled that why we pick up food here instead of making one on board.

After everyone had their food, I led my crew to the underwater dock. Summoning my full ship form, I prepared for boarding. It was much easier to have them board this way than to risk clogging the entrance by turning them into fairies.

Standing in the entrance I watched as everyone settled into their positions. Once they were aboard, I moved to the command center in the middle of the ship. Sitting in my chair, I began eating the meal I had stored earlier—chicken, pork, omelet, and rice. It was delicious and perfectly portioned for a Super Aircraft Carrier like me.

My rigging was weird. It a colossal fox with a runway spanning the length of her back, dotted with numerous point-defense turrets scattered across her frame.

I name her Kitu as she clearly alive and she need a name.

She was a phenomenal swimmer—fast, agile, and powerful. Though her size rivaled that of my entire ship, riding her was an option if needed. However, for practicality, I opted for my full ship form during missions like this.

"All aboard, big sis!" Tsuna's cheerful voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see her entering the command center, her movements lively as ever. I nodded in acknowledgment and willed my ship to begin its descent. The hatches sealed with a soft hiss, the launchers locked into position, and the thrusters roared to life as we began our dive into water and we propelled outward from the submarine gate.

The command center's 360-degree display activated, channeling all exterior sensors to simulate a seamless view of the underwater environment. The sight of the ocean enveloping my ship from every angle.

"Well, let's eat while we head north," I said, creating a beanbag chair for Tsuna. She loved those, and her eyes lit up as she eagerly plopped down. Her smaller pot of food appeared before her, steaming and ready.

"Sake?" I offered with a slight smile.

"Sake!" she replied enthusiastically, her tail swishing behind her in excitement.

I summoned two sake bottles on a wooden tray, along with two small cups. Pouring the warm liquid, I handed one cup to Tsuna and kept the other for myself.

"Cheers!" she said, raising her cup with a grin.

"Cheers," I echoed, clinking my cup gently against hers.

Leaning back in my chair, I let myself relax, my nine tails spreading luxuriously behind me. The faint hum of the ship's systems created a calming rhythm, blending with the serene sight of the ocean outside. It was moments like these—quiet and simple that make me want to sleep a lot more.

Aqua's POV

We were approaching land—Nagasaki, to be precise. From there, we'd have to cycle around toward Tokyo, so it would be at least another hour or so.

Also, great news: Yunru decided to join the game. Well, "spectating" our D&D session was probably more accurate, at least she not afraid of us.

"Anyway, Shinano will be wreaking havoc on the Soviets in the north," I said to Amy and Helena.

"Master~ do you want a fluffy tail?" Helena asked, a teasing grin plastered on her face.

I sighed, realizing they'd caught onto my earlier slip-up. "Yeah..." I admitted reluctantly.

Helena nodded rapidly, her enthusiasm almost blinding as her eyes began to glow. I had no doubt she was already opening her designer app to work on it.

I turned to Amy, shaking my head slightly at the situation. "Still eight hours until I can start research on the Chinese language," I said casually.

Amy nodded, then jabbed her thumb toward Yunru, who seemed immersed in her own thoughts. "Well, it's not like she's going to go chat with the Japanese generals, right?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head again. "She's probably going to focus on researching for humans in my faction. It really depends on her really as she got forced to do weapon research for China already."

Amy gave me a confused look, but I didn't elaborate further.

"Well, we can shelve the D&D session for now," I said, changing the subject. "I mean, you guys just hit level 3 and got a proper ship to act as a base at least."

Amy nodded, and Helena absentmindedly did the same while still distracted with her app.

"Any projects I forgot to start, Amy-chan?" I asked, boredom beginning to creep in.

"Didn't you mention something about a space loadout for T-Dolls?" Amy replied after a moment of thought.

I nodded, snapping my fingers. "Right, thanks."

Opening my own designer app, I began working on the blueprints.

First on the agenda was movement in zero to low gravity. Thrusters? Definitely. Modify jump packs? Actually, I had a better idea: power armor. I decided to name the system the "Flight System."

Two nuclear fusion reactors. Six directional thrusters. I loved—and hated—this method. It was large and inefficient most of the time, but when things got damaged enough, you'd be thankful for those extra directional thrusters countering momentum. Combined with ship rotation and remaining thrusters, it could extend combat operation by a lot.

Testing in space was straightforward. No life support needed—just armor, power, and resources. The thrusters worked fine with two nuclear reactors supplying the power for vertical thrust.

But I wanted more. Something bigger. Something with more firepower.

Then it hit me. Didn't Gundam have something like wings that could shoot?

"Funnels," I muttered to myself as the idea clicked. Those flying gun platforms.

For T-Dolls, six should be enough. Support models could build and deploy more as needed. Funnels could even replace UAVs in cases where concentrated firepower was necessary, although that was rare. Weapon types might need adjustments too. In space, sci-fi standards at least hard sci fi one dictated that lasers and cryo weapons would be less effective due to the extreme temperatures—anywhere from -200 to 200 degrees Celsius in space already.

Not entirely sure if my numbers were right, but if I added heat shields for reentry, they could counter thermal weaponry too.

Just then, someone pinged me on the comms. I accepted the call, and Rupture's voice came through.

("Yes?") I asked.

("Commander, we found Iron Curtain devices and what seems to be a Psychic Beacon transmitting data,") Rupture reported.

("Thanks, Rupture. Oh, by the way, Shinano's been deployed to the Arctic Ocean. If you're heading north, just keep that in mind.")

("Affirmative,") she replied before the connection cut off.

Now, where was I again?

Ah, yes—the funnels system. It's going to be laser-based for now until I figure out how to manipulate other natural forces like gravity or something that only requires energy to create.

Honestly, once I develop an artificial sun reactor, I could switch to projectile-based weaponry. But for now, the design would use graviton laser cannons on each fin. Each fin would have its own twin reactors and five thrusters—one main thruster at the base and four smaller ones on the sides for maneuverability.

And that's about it. There's not much else to add since nanoswarms already come pre-packaged with all T-Doll models. The space loadout is essentially a flight add-on paired with the funnels system.

[T-Doll: Combat Model: Add on 'Zero G' loadout]

Cost: $3000

Primary: 6x Graviton laser Funnel fins

Utility: Flight armor.

It's pretty bare-bones, but functional enough to get the job done. Any competent support model could adapt or modify the design for their specific needs.

"And... done," I said aloud, sending the completed blueprint file to Amy.

Amy glanced at it, skimming over the details. "Hmm, very nice... though I still prefer grappling hooks," she said with a smirk.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm with you on that one. Its more cool that way"

Anyway I now got Iron curtain, time to strip the system and reverse engineer it. Not sure how hard manual reverse engineer will be but it should be fun as I got to learn it too.

Proselyte's POV - Tibet, China

BOOM!

The explosion echoed from the video feed we received from our Chinese allies. A new type of weapon—no, not just weapons, but girls. Four of them moving around in China destroying bases.

As I run the video back again analyzing their tactic.

Efforts to control their minds had proven ineffective.

A new order came directly from Yuri: crush these weapons and stop them before they make their way north into Russian territory.

I turned my attention to the screen displaying the map of our base. A combined force of Chinese and Allied troopers, all under mind control, was stationed there. The base itself was an amalgamation of designs from both factions, fortified and ready for confrontation.

Two Iron Curtain devices were operational, their activation sequences primed. Vehicles were armed and fueled, aircraft ready to take off at a moment's notice.

For now, it was a waiting game. I would let them walk into the trap. Let them see how they fared against the psychic gift.