Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Proselyte's POV (Epsilon's Player) - somewhere in Egypt

Stalin's Fist—a ridiculous name for what was essentially a glorified MCV with the ability to double as a mobile war factory. Yet, it was a symbol of raw power, rolling through the desert sands like an iron titan.

A deal had been struck.

Yuri had sent me to meet Rashidi, the enigmatic leader of Africa's infamous Scorpion Cell—a man whose mastery of engineering and biochemistry had earned Yuri's attention. For years, Yuri had been searching for someone like him—a resourceful and ruthless figure capable of pushing the limits of technology and terror.

Now, I was here to make sure this meeting didn't turn into a bloodbath.

As I stepped down from Stalin's Fist, following closely behind my mentor Yuri, the air felt heavy. Across the desert clearing, a ragtag army awaited—snipers lurking in the shadows, assassins with blades glinting under the sun, and a horde of cobbled-together tanks oozing menace despite their crude construction.

Then, he appeared.

"I've been waiting for this day!" Rashidi called out, stepping forward in his tattered scientist's coat, a wrench held loosely in his hand as if it doubled as both a tool and a weapon.

Yuri didn't flinch. "Rashidi," he said, his voice resonating unnaturally in the air—no, in our minds.

That was Yuri's gift—psychic dominance. It wasn't just speech; it was presence.

But Rashidi didn't seem impressed.

"No psychic tricks," Rashidi warned, waving his wrench dismissively. "Not that they'd work on me anyway. And even if they did, my assassins would slit your throat before you could blink. Let's not pretend this meeting's one-sided. Give me Stalin's Fist and a few months, and I'll reverse-engineer it for you. In return, you'll get the MCV you need."

His words carried a strange calmness—confident, unshaken. I couldn't tell if it was bravado or madness.

Yuri's eyes narrowed as his psychic aura pressed against Rashidi's mind, searching for weakness.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Yuri said, voice sharp and deliberate.

"Am I?" Rashidi snapped back with a crooked grin, the kind of smile that shouldn't exist on a sane man's face. "It's not like you're losing much. I get what I need, and you get what you need. Sounds fair to me."

Yuri remained silent for a long moment, his gaze unrelenting. Then, Rashidi leaned in slightly.

"You could kill me," he said, almost daringly. "But would you?"

Then he laughed—a short, manic burst.

I couldn't tell if it was drugs or sheer willpower keeping him immune to Yuri's influence. Either way, this man was more dangerous than his ragged appearance suggested.

"Fine." Rashidi broke the tension. "I can start right away, but I'll need one thing from you first. Clear out the Allied forces in Cairo. Once they're gone, it'll benefit us both."

Yuri's gaze flicked toward me.

"Get it done," he ordered before turning back to Rashidi.

I gave a respectful bow. "It shall be done."

Now it was time to lead the strike force and rid Egypt of the Allied presence.

Siegfield's POV - Barysaw , Belarus

Boom!

The chrono vortex detonated in a flash of swirling light, swallowing the advancing Soviet tanks. In seconds, they were gone—ripped from existence.

I had arrived here via Chrono Lift along with 15 Archon IFVs, each packed with fully equipped infantry squads. Splitting into three main battle groups, my mission was simple—stall and distract the Soviet forces while my other teams carried out their objectives.

("Sir! Archon team successfully destroyed the beacon!") came the report through my comms.

"Understood. Rendezvous at the drop position. We'll Chrono Lift out of this area soon," I replied, launching another vortex at the ground. It ripped into the pavement, gouging out a crater several meters wide to block enemy armor from advancing.

"Start the retreat!" I commanded, amplifying my voice through the speakers of my suit. "We've bought enough time—fall back!"

I was seated in my Zeitgeist, a custom-built experimental hovercraft I designed myself. It wasn't much to look at—a hovering chair mounted on the chassis of a light tank—but it was a technological marvel. Armed with a chrono cannon, it also carried a chrono beacon and was equipped with chrono-phase shifting for defensive maneuvers. Its armor had already deflected several hits during this skirmish, and it continued to hum steadily as we moved.

Behind me, GIs provided staggered covering fire as two Archon IFVs followed, their missile turrets keeping the Soviet infantry and light vehicles at bay. We steadily retreated down the eastern road toward the center of Barysaw.

My other teams were likely pulling back by now too.

*Boom!* *Boom!*

Boom! Boom!

Missiles streaked from the Archon IFVs, slamming into the Soviet lines and halting their advance, at least temporarily. My Zeitgeist hovered smoothly over debris and wreckage, leading the retreat.

I spotted the glint of those bald guys, mind controller in the distance, but before it could become a threat, a SEAL team stationed in a nearby building took them out with a well-placed shot. I noted their position for extraction—they'd need to be pulled out too.

Boom!

Another blast shook the area as the northern group, which had been blocking Soviet forces from that direction, began pushing into the city to regroup with us. The plan was simple—rendezvous in the town square where my chrono beacon would send a signal to safely teleport everyone out via the Chronosphere.

tat tat tat as gun fire continue while we fall back.

Aqua's POV - Sea of Japan

Another submarine down.

My sensors swept the area, but nothing else appeared on the grid. I exhaled softly. Time to repair those Allies ships—and pick up their blueprints while I was at it.

I breached the surface with a sharp surge, water cascading off my hull. Flames and thick black smoke filled the horizon—what was left of the Soviet gunboats and that oversized dreadnought.

No secondary weapons? I clenched my fists, still annoyed by whoever thought building a massive missiles warship without proper defenses was a good idea.

I reached out, my hand brushing the hull of the Enterprise. My nanoswarms flowed out, repairing damage and scanning for blueprints simultaneously.

"I'm back, Master~!"

The familiar voice of Helena startled me as she suddenly appeared behind me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

I blinked. "Helena? How did you get past my sensors?"

She grinned. "Same trick I used to fool attack algorithms."

I tilted my head. "You upgraded my optical camouflage, didn't you?"

She nodded. "Omni-camouflage, Master. Ten different sensors fooled in one go!"

Before Helena could reply, I hear a sound from above—someone jumping off the deck.

"Amy!" I called out, waving as the girl landed gracefully in to water next to me.

"Aqua-chan!" She beamed and immediately pulled me into a hug as well.

I gently pushed her back. "All right, both of you, get inside. I still have to repair the Trident and three more destroyers."

They both complied, disappearing into my rigging as my nanoswarms finished restoring the Enterprise. With the blueprint secured, I turned my thrusters on and surged toward the damaged Trident Battleship, deploying nanoswarms once again.

I felt a communication signal trying to reach me again. It was the Allied General.

"Greetings," I answered.

("Thanks for assisting with the submarine fleet and Chinese forces. As agreed, I'm sending over the Chronosphere blueprints.")

A data transfer alert popped up. I quickly reviewed the file—nice, another high-tech addition to my arsenal.

"Glad to do business with you," I said. "So, how many hours till my girls need to get off Japan?"

("Actually, I want to make a new deal.")

I tilted my head. Already? That was fast.

"All right, what's the deal?"

("Earlier, you mentioned time travelers and something about being an outside context?")

I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Yes?"

His voice hardened. ("Answer me straight—does Japan survive? You seem to know the future.")

I sighed. "You do realize the future isn't fixed, right? It can change depending on our actions."

("Just answer.")

"Fine," I said after a brief pause. "Japan survives as a landmass. Part of the Pacific Front survives, but the rest? Mind control—worldwide."

I continued before he could interrupt. "To be more specific, Yuri makes Japan disappear from the map. It still exists physically, but the Allies believe it was lost to the Soviets. China allies with Japan, and Kanegawa Industries gets taken over by a genius name 'Yunru' from China.

"She form a splinter faction combining Chinese and Pacific Front tech. Soldiers flee to Point Hope for a last stand. They succeed by using a Paradox Engine to create a time-freeze bubble, turning Point Hope into the last safe zone on Earth. Everywhere else? Mind-controlled. Those 1% who immune? Scattered or being experiment on."

The line went dead silent.

"Master~ you really shouldn't mind-break people by dumping that kind of info all at once," Helena teased from inside my hull, clearly amused.

I shrugged. "He asked for it."

"Aqua-chan's right. His fault," Amy chimed in, equally entertained.

Ignoring them, I continued scanning and repairing the leftover Allied destroyers.

"Anyway, I've secured the Trident. We'll get the battleship later," I said as the last of the repairs wrapped up. With my nanoswarms recalled, I dived beneath the water again to wait for Rupture.

("Okay...")

I heard him take a deep breath, clearly trying to steady himself.

("So, assuming most of that timeline won't happen anymore because you're here?")

"You assume correctly," I replied. "At least for the major events. I'll step in for the big stuff. Smaller details? I might ignore those as some I can't even remember."

("...What do you want?")

I raised an eyebrow. "Depends on what you're asking. And stop dancing around it—I'll be out of comm range soon."

("I want you to keep your forces stationed in Japan.")

I paused mid-thought. "Why? Japan isn't my territory."

Honestly, Pearl Harbor was more than enough for me. Though, if I considered human auxiliary forces—security teams, clearing operations and after combat effort—it might be worth expanding.

("Then make it yours.")

I froze. "...Wait, what? Isn't that treason?"

The Pacific Front had its rules some I don't even know of, but handing territory over to me seemed... risky, politically and military speaking.

The voice on the line shifted. ("This is Norio. Not sure if you've heard of me.")

("Most Pacific Front alliances still operate under their own generals by country," Norio explained. "After reviewing footage of your forces, we've noticed consistent patterns—overwhelming firepower and advanced technology.")

He paused.

("More importantly, you actually care about civilians. Whether it's procedural or personal, I don't know—but it matters.")

I blinked. That was... unexpected.

("If what you've said about the future is true, then you're the better option. The rest of the Pacific Front? They're not prepared to handle something like Yuri. You are.")

I rubbed my forehead, already feeling the headache coming. "Fine. I'll call my girls to set up Fog Spires for defense and communication nodes."

I pointed a finger, as if Norio could see me. "But don't attack my girls, and we'll be fine—for now. Once I'm done invading China, we'll talk more."

("Invadi—?")

I cut off the comm before he could finish the question.

Helena giggled from inside my hull. "Master~, you just took over Japan without even trying!"

Amy laughed too. "Aqua-chan's the best!"

I sighed, gazing at the horizon as the ocean rushed past me. "Let's just hope this doesn't turn into an even bigger mess."

For now, Japan was mine—or at least under my protection, as I connect back to Pearl base.

"Hestia-chan~," I called out through the comms.

("Yes, Aqua-chan?") she responded cheerfully.

"I want you to send two MCVs to Japan and set up Fog Spires along with a basic power grid."

("Ehh? We're expanding territories again?") she asked, sounding surprised.

"Apparently so," I replied with a sigh as I felt a ping through the sensors. Rupture had arrived.

"Sorry for being late, Commander," Rupture said with a polite bow, her figure riding her submarine hull as we hovered beneath the waves.

"That's fine. Let's move out. We're heading to China—southwest," I instructed as we both began diving deeper into the water, heading South.

Switching to the main base comms, I gave out additional orders.

"Can someone queue up Shinano and two Retriever-class ships? Also, let Shinano know to pick up 30 T-Dolls, 10 Raptors, 5 Hammerheads, and 3 T-Dolls each for the Retrievers."

("Got it, Commander!") came a quick response over the speaker, okay I don't know who reply that but it one of base T-Doll that for sure.

"And someone excavate another floor at the base. Build a Wisdom Cube Factory down there—thanks!" I added.

("Ah and someone please excavate another floor and build Wisdom cube factory down there thank!") I added

With the logistical planning in motion, I finally turned my focus back to ship design.

"Helena," I said, addressing her presence inside my hull, "how did you fool my sensors earlier?"

"Nanoswarm patterns, Master~," she replied with a teasing tone. "I'm still refining it—I can explain after you done with your battleship, I assuming you not gonna use nanoswarms pattern on them anyway~"

I raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Let's work on the battleship design next."

First, I set the dimensions—250 meters in length, shorter than a supercarrier, 120 meters in width, and 75 meters in height. Perfect.

Now, deck guns—starting with two main turrets at the front and one at the rear. Each turret would house triple-barreled Avalon laser cannons for devastating firepower.

Nice.

Moving on, the empty space on the back? Missiles! Rows upon rows of them—96 missile launchers for saturation fire, nicely done at least she now Fleet of Fog worthy!

Wait—those lasers might have range issues. Time for a railgun. I swapped out one of the front turrets for a railgun, capable of firing Cryo Rounds—deep freeze shells that would freeze vehicles and areas on impact, creating instant ice formations even on water.

So in theory it should freeze ship solid and stop it from moving.

Next up, the bottom deck gun. Well, it's not exactly a typical block design—more like a hybrid between a spaceship and a submarine at this point. Still, I added one turret at the front bottom and another at the back. The middle of the ship had a slight bulge—perfect for all the armor.

I can't forget the point-defense turrets. Scattering them across the hull, I placed three on each side, plus one at the center of both the top and bottom decks, for a total of eight.

Now, the reactors and resource storage. Not a lot of crew required—just enough for ten at most. That works. I'll also throw in some wave front armor and a few deployers—four should be more than enough.

As for the name—Warspite. Blame me, but I love dogs, especially dog girl!

I hit 'generate.'

[Warspite class Battleship - Kansen - Wargirl]

Cost: $120,000 x10 (Wargirl)

Speed: 7 / 5 (submerged)

Hitpoints: 7,500 + 5000 (Wave Front Armor)

Armor Class: Heavy / Wave Front Armor

Prerequisite: Wargirl's Wisdom Cube Factory + Wargirl's Tank factory

Purpose: Siege / Long range Anti armor

Weapons: 2x Avalon laser turret / 8x Graviton PD turrets / 96x Graviton Missiles / 4x Nanoswarm deployer

Range: 45 / 4 / 22 / 4

Additional Info: Can build and repair structures, vehicles, and T-Dolls. Detects cloaked and submerged units (Sensor Range: 10). Immune to hijacking, abduction, omni-crush, mind control, and confusion rays. Self-repairing.

"Yep, dog girl," I muttered with a smile as the figure materialized before me. It wasn't quite a dog—but she certainly resembled one. A woman with short blonde hair, dressed in military clothes, and sporting dog-like ears—corgi ears, to be exact. She was even carrying a sword with red and gold detailing.

"Okay, that's fancy, and that Warspite I known." I remarked. The sword seemed like the perfect match for her.

She'd have to wait, though. I was pretty sure Shinano would be stuck at the main base for a few days while her aircraft router was being filled. We didn't have enough wisdom cubes for full production yet.

Then it clicked. I could supplement the wargirls with human soldiers. Of course, they wouldn't be sent on any dangerous missions, just act more like security and clean up although do I need ships and tanks that not wargirls for human?