Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Proselyte's POV - Tibet, China

"What was that?!" I slammed my hands onto the table, my voice echoing in the command room. A dark red laser beam from the sky had obliterated an entire armored column in an instant.

All seven experimental vehicles were gone. Destroyed.

"Iron Curtain malfunction?!" I shouted, the frustration and disbelief clear in my tone.

"No, sir! Everything is working as expected," the engineer stationed at the device replied.

I exhaled sharply, rubbing my forehead. The psychic link backlash was manageable—I'd endured worse before—but the loss still stung. Especially when it included one of our Apocalypse tanks, a powerful relic no longer in production.

"Sir! We've tracked the laser to its origin. Whatever it is, it's in orbit," a forward scout reported through the psychic link.

I grimaced. Something capable of destroying Iron Curtained units from orbit... great. None of our current armaments could even reach that far.

Another surge of backlash hit me, like a sharp jab to my mind. "Sir! We've lost another tank column! It's the same black beam from space!" came another frantic report.

'I know that already,' I thought bitterly as I expanded my link to all units. This was escalating far too quickly.

A superweapon. Something capable of rapid, precision strikes from orbit.

"Rocketeer units report four smaller beams firing at their own forces," another voice chimed in through the link.

Wait—what? I pulled up the tactical map. The enemy units targeted by the beams weren't destroyed. What could this mean?

"Black-and-red shield! They've got Iron Curtain! I repeat, the enemy has Iron curta—!"

The voice was abruptly cut off as the entire squad was wiped out.

I clenched my fists and rubbed my forehead again, trying to dull the growing headache. This was bad—very bad. If the enemy had Iron Curtain technology and a superweapon capable of orbital strikes, there was no feasible way to win this engagement.

With a heavy heart, I sent the order for a full retreat to all forces via psychic link. Staying here was suicide, and we couldn't afford further losses against an enemy wielding such overwhelming power.

The retreat order sent through the minds of my soldiers, and I reached out through the psychic link to Master Yuri. If anyone could devise a way to counter this new threat, it would be him.

Rupture's POV

"So, we've got invulnerability," I said, glancing down at my own skin, now glowing with a black-and-red hue.

"It looks kinda ugly," Danielle commented, her tone dry as she kept firing her rifle, picking off Rocketeers that harassing us from the sky.

"Be glad it works," Lib replied, walking nonchalantly over an obvious mine buried in the sand.

Boom!

The explosion kicked up a cloud of sand, but Lib emerged unscathed, her glowing form practically untouched. "See?" she added smugly, stepping out of the small crater her feet had created in the soft sand.

I looked up at the sky, watching as the another orbital laser strikes ceased. UAVs and Danielle were systematically clearing out the remaining enemy forces that closer to us.

("How long does this effect last?") I asked Artemis over the comm channel, still marveling at the shimmering shield surrounding us.

("Five minutes from the last hit. We could do continuous beams, but bursts are more effective when the timer is about to run out. It also helps conceal my position due to orbital movement.") Artemis's reply.

Fair enough.

("You've got satellite vision, right? Share it, please.")

The next second, a detailed map appeared in my HUD, a fully rendered 3D holographic display. I studied it, noting the positions and movements of the enemy.

"They're pulling out of the region," I remarked aloud. Not that we could chase them all down immediately, though we'd already destroyed dozens of their bases.

Their retreat suggested they lacked Iron Curtain devices—or, at most, had one or two left.

"Let's hunt them down. The support ray will keep providing us with invulnerability," I said decisively, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. Danielle's wicked giggle echoed over the comm.

"Aye, aye, Captain," she said, summoning her bike in a flash. In moments, she was racing off toward the retreating armored column, the roar of her engine kicking up sand in her wake.

"Hopefully she restocked her resources," I muttered.

"She did, Captain," Sakura replied, already astride her own new armored bike. The upgraded model was fitted with four miniature turrets that looked like Uzis rigged onto the chassis—rudimentary, but effective.

"Lib, solo or team?" I asked. With the enemy retreating, our support models could easily deploy UAVs for pursuit, though I wasn't about to try flying one myself—I was far too heavy for that.

"Solo, Captain," Lib answered. In one fluid motion, she launched a grappling hook and latched onto one of her flying UAVs.

"How does that even fly?" I wondered aloud. Then again, it was probably modified somehow—Lib was resourceful like that.

Hopping onto the back seat of Sakura's bike, I secured my grip. "Alright, let's go," I said, and she revved the engine, speeding off after one of the further retreating bases.

Our target: their retreating MCVs. This wasn't over yet.

Soviet general's POV (Soviet Player) - Washington DC, America

I ended the communication from Moscow with a heavy sigh. They were calling me back for an "emergency," leaving this front to be handled by someone else.

Couldn't they have given me just one more week to fully secure D.C.? The city was still a chaotic warzone, with American forces pouring in from all directions to defend their capital. The Pentagon and White house, though battered, was still standing.

"General! Your transport is ready, sir!" a conscript called out, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Lead the way," I replied, my voice even, masking the frustration I felt.

We exited the Mobile Construction Vehicle (MCV), heading toward the shore. As we walked, I glanced up at the sky, watching another fleet of Kirovs slowly make their approach toward American soil. A small, grim smile crossed my face. Too bad I wouldn't be here to witness their destructive power in action.

Boom!

An explosion echoed in the distance, and I turned my head just in time to see another skyscraper collapse into a cloud of dust and debris. The sight was becoming all too familiar.

Shaking off the distraction, I kept moving toward the shore. Whoever replaced me would have to maintain the aggression. I only hoped they could match the momentum we'd built.

The thought of Boris briefly crossed my mind. His loss during my last sortie still stung—a loyal commando to Mother land, taken by some kind of poison that exploded his entire body. I pushed the thought aside. Now wasn't the time for sentiment.

Reaching the shoreline, I spotted my hover transport waiting for me. As I approached, a conscript ran toward me from the direction of the radar tower, clutching a bundle of papers.

"Sir! We've received new data from Moscow regarding your next deployment!" he called out, slightly out of breath.

I took the papers from him, flipping through the stack briefly. "Dismissed," I said, my tone curt.

Climbing aboard the transport, I settled into my seat, placing the papers on the console beside me. The top page was marked with details about something in East Russia and China.

"Now, let's see why I'm being called back," I muttered to myself as I began reading.

Shinano's POV - Entering Arctic Ocean

("Thanks, Artemis,") I said, cutting off the connection with a sigh. Leaning back, I spun lazily in my command chair, my nine fluffy tails spreading out around me like a soft, oversized fan.

Artemis's sensor network clearance was a blessing, especially now that the air support I had planned was canceled. The strike team was already en route but still lingering over East China.

("Air strike team, reroute north and target everything Soviet along the way. Henma, you and your team will follow the strike team north. Set up a landing zone in one of the harbor villages or towns,") I instructed through the comms.

(Author's note: East Russia are full of name that I can't even type or have any street view to help with story writing, so I will left the name blank for the ~time being~ edit: its Author from future, apparently I got OCD if I left it blank so it shall not be blank later in the chapter)

Henma, a Hammerhead-class transport gunship, carried six of her T-Doll squad. The two Raptors in the strike team acknowledged but remained undecided on their personal names—a peculiar tradition requiring them to see combat first, more like the first Raptor sisters said so.

("Affirmative,") Henma responded promptly.

I leaned forward, my ears twitching slightly as Tsuna walked into the command room as her single tail and ear shown.

"Big sis, two more squads are requesting missions," Tsuna reported, her tone professional but tinged with eagerness.

"Give me their names," I replied, rubbing my temples lightly seem like they want to see actions very soon.

"Squad Leader Emily and Squad Leader Glory," Tsuna answered.

One had a simple, feminine name, and the other went with something grand. It didn't matter much, though. With three Hammerheads already deployed, only two were left in reserve. So 70 T-Dolls onboard, 30 already assigned to Hammerheads, and 40 remaining for flexible tasks.

"I'll put them on hold for now. I'll contact them once I have more intel," I said, waving Tsuna off for the moment as I connected to Artemis's sensor network.

The sensor feed lit up the holographic display before me, highlighting potential targets. Moscow, the enemy's capital, was tempting but too far. For now, we were just entering the Bering Sea.

Three viable targets came into view.

Ayon: A sea harbor at the northernmost edge of Russian territory, specializing in submarine production. The facility was surrounded by water, making it a prime target.

Ayanka: An eastern airbase inland, complete with radar towers and a formidable fleet of aircraft capable of covering the region.

Utaya: A heavily fortified location housing Stalin's Fist production, a mobile war factory. As a crucial front-line asset, its destruction would cripple the Soviet armor columns.

"If we hit all three, Eastern Russia will collapse," I muttered, stifling a yawn. The sparse distribution of bases in the east made them vulnerable, and eliminating these key points would destroy the enemy's infrastructure.

I connected to the comm system and reached out to the two squads awaiting assignments.

("This is Captain Shinano. Report your status for mission assignments,") I said, my tone firm as I try to my sleepiness.

("All seven members of Emily's team are ready for deployment!") Emily responded, her voice upbeat, with a faint undercurrent of bloodlust. It wasn't surprising—Hammerhead squads were designed to drop straight into the thick of combat.

("Glory squad is ready,") Glory replied, her tone steady, carrying an air of grim determination. She sounded like someone bracing for the worst.

I nodded, formulating the deployment plan. ("Emily, your team will be escorted by two Raptors to Ayon. Satellite sensors confirm it is a naval production facility and base, heavily fortified. Your objective is to break through and secure the area. Once I have Hestia's MCV ready, I'll dispatch it to establish a forward base,") I explained, pinging two Raptors for the escort assignment.

Switching to Glory's squad, I issued their orders. ("Glory, your target is Utaya. It's a crucial site producing Stalin's Fist units, making it one of the Soviets' most important front-line assets. You'll also be escorted by two Raptors,") I said, assigning another pair of Raptors.

As I finalized the assignments, a thought crossed my mind. I really wished the Raptors would choose proper names soon. The first pair of Raptor sisters was still in a stalemate over naming themselves, eventually settling on "風" (Kaze, meaning wind) as a placeholder. While it sounded graceful, it didn't quite capture how terrifying they were in combat.

Turning my attention to Tsuna, who was standing nearby, I asked, "So, what's the situation?" as Tsuna come up to me with daily report on all crews.

I glanced at the launch preparations as I waited for the squads to make their way to the runway. The four assigned Raptors would soon arrive at the runway soon too, where they would be launched via railgun slingshot.

European Alliance General's POV - London, United Kingdom

"From our initial probing, Japan is shrouded in a thick fog. All sensors, drones, and observational equipment have proven ineffective," I began, standing before the assembled officers at the briefing.

"The last communication we received from Japan was five days ago, at the onset of the Russian invasion of Japanese soil. Initially, we thought they had set up jammers, but the situation appears far worse. As of yesterday, the fog has engulfed the entirety of Japan," I continued, my voice steady but heavy with concern.

"So, have we lost Japan? To the Soviets?" an admiral asked, his tone edged with urgency.

"Negative," I replied. "According to our spy reports, China has taken a severe hit—24 bases destroyed, possibly more. This doesn't account for the Soviet and Chinese fleets, which were annihilated just outside the fog's radius. Whatever's happening there, it's not conventional warfare."

"The fog doesn't align with any known Soviet technology," added Siegfield, his face appearing on the screen. Unable to attend in person due to pressing research, his input was nonetheless vital. "It's not psychic in nature, nor is it related to their psychic beacons or any similar equipment we're familiar with."

"Could this be the work of a third party?" a European general inquired.

"That seems likely," I admitted. "The last communication from Japan also hinted at dealings with a new entity. They reported a transaction involving the transfer of Hawaii in exchange for remaining silent with the Americans."

"Hah, the Mercury satellite link," Siegfield interjected with a smirk. "Still hard to believe they handed over blueprints for an advanced satellite system in exchange for an island. That said, it's been immensely helpful in developing the Thor gunship," he added.

I nodded, acknowledging his remark. The Thor gunship—a fusion of science fiction aspirations and pragmatic military design—boasted chrono-drones capable of discharging devastating lightning strikes. The theoretical mathematics behind it was far beyond me, but it drew from our Weather Controller superweapon.

"Should we consider this new entity an ally?" an admiral asked, leaning forward with interest.

"Treat them like mercenaries," I replied firmly. "That's how the Japanese described them before communication went dark." I finished.

"As of today agenda, you will be deploying back to front line as Soviet divert more then third of their army toward their eastern Flank" I said