Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

0535

Yunru's POV

The bath felt amazing. like really Instant hot tub? It filled in mere seconds, maintaining the perfect temperature. The headrest was a nice touch too, letting me fully relax for the first time since... well, before the lab.

Once dry, I changed into my clothes. Apparently, the wardrobe could "eat" clothes to create templates, so my original outfit was still intact. Still, I opted for practicality—my utility pouches and gear-heavy attire won over the simpler, casual clothes the wardrobe provided with. With my wrist-mounted computer strapped securely to my arm, I was ready to face the day.

the clothes provide seem like casual clothes.. I mean on one hand maybe I should wear it on the other hand my utility pouches and my clothes with lot of pockets seem more practical.. so practical it is.

Peeking outside the curtains, I noticed the low-hanging fog blanketing the area. The light I'd seen earlier came from a nearby streetlamp.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the door, mentally preparing myself. As I opened it, the hallway lights illuminated the otherwise quiet scene. Two girls were walking toward the stairs at the end of the hall. They wore hoodies similar to the ones I'd seen in the wardrobe. No visible weapons, though.

Should I follow them? It seemed like the best idea since I had no other leads. Shaking my head at the lack of a room key as I don't know how to lock my room—I could ask about that later—I quietly followed behind them.

Their conversation drifted back to me in English. I couldn't understand it, but I made a mental note to learn the language later. As I descended the stairs, I heard a yawn from behind. Turning slightly, I saw another girl just start descending the stair. She looked strikingly similar to the pair ahead—same build, same hair color. Twins? Clones? The only difference was her white hair as I look back toward the front.

"Ah, Miss Yunru," came a voice in flawless Mandarin from behind me.

I froze, my mind racing as I tried to keep calm. Turning, I saw the white-haired girl smiling at me, now standing right behind me without making a sound.

"H-hello," I stammered, replying in Mandarin—the only language I knew. I'll fix that as soon as I survive whatever this is, I resolved.

"No need to be so stiff. I won't bite," she said with a disarming smile.

As her eyes drifted to my wrist-mounted computer, I panicked internally. "Ah, thi—" I started, ready to explain.

"Don't worry about it," she said smoothly, interrupting my thoughts. "If it makes you feel safe, that's all that matters." Then, without hesitation, she reached out and gently patted me on the head.

"I'm not a kid," I protested, swatting her hand away. Unfortunately, I hit something hard.

"Ouch!" I yelped, recoiling slightly as the back of my hand throbbed. "Is your skin made of metal or something?" I muttered, rubbing the sore spot. I had assumed enough force would make her stop—after all, it usually worked on scientists back in my old lab.

"Sorry about that. Here, let me," she said apologetically, gently holding my bruised hand.

Something black slid out from the sleeve of her hoodie, wrapping around my hand like a living shadow. I watched in stunned silence as the pain vanished in an instant. The black substance retracted just as quickly, leaving no trace it had been there.

Nanotech at this level? My thoughts spun as I tried to comprehend what I'd just witnessed. Medical applications, too? How are they even powering systems like this?

I couldn't help but wonder—was this technology unique to her? Did every girl here have it? Now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen a single male since I arrived yesterday. My mind raced back to the questions of power sources, applications—

"Ahem," she interrupted with a light cough.

"Huh?" I blinked, snapping back to reality.

"You space out easily, don't you?" she said with a teasing smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, embarrassed to realize I had been so lost in thought.

"You're easy to read, you know," she continued with a smirk. "Anyway, I'm Nightshade."

Nightshade? A strange name, especially in English. But what caught my attention was her saying I was easy to read. That couldn't be right—I prided myself on keeping a calm and unreadable facade.

"I'm not that easy to read," I said firmly, straightening my posture to reinforce the point.

"Eh, we can argue about that later," she said with a shrug. "You're heading to the cafeteria, right?"

I nodded silently.

"Well, follow me then," she said, starting to walk down the hallway. She glanced back over her shoulder, adding, "Oh, and your outfit? Pretty cool. Looks like something a military combat engineer would wear."

Her words made me bristle internally. It's not based on a combat engineer! I thought indignantly. I designed this myself, and the PRC copied it. All they did was slap their colors and flag on it!

As we made our way through the right wing of the first floor of the residential building, I noticed more girls along the way. Most of them fell into two noticeable styles—those with black hair and more casual attire, and others with white hair dressed in similar casual attire but with some military style mix in.

"What's with the hoodies?" I asked, finally voicing the thought that had been nagging at me. Nearly everyone I'd seen so far was wearing one, including the three girls I got kidnapped by earlier.

"Ah, that," Nightshade replied, pulling her hood up to cover her face. "The Commander designed it as the default clothing."

"Default?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well watch this," she said with a mischievous grin as she put up her hood to cover her head.

Before I could ask what she meant, she vanished.

"Huh?" I muttered, glancing around in confusion. There were no footprints, no sound of movement—nothing. I even waved my hand through the spot where she had been standing, but it met only empty air.

"Boo!"

The voice came from directly behind me, so close that it sent a shiver down my spine. Startled, I jolted and instinctively swung around, my DDOS device primed in my hand.

"Eheh~ sorry," Nightshade said, laughing softly as she stepped back. She pulled down her hood, and as she did, the hoodie seemed to deactivate, returning to its unassuming gray color.

I stared at her, my mind racing. Wait... stealth tech? I could hardly believe it. And they just left this in the wardrobe for me to find?

Letting out a heavy sigh, I shook my head and tried to calm myself down. Okay, I'll switch to one of those hoodies after I finish eating, I decided. For now, I just needed to make it through breakfast without any more surprises.

"Hey, Nightshade!"

A cheerful voice called out in English, breaking my train of thought. I turned toward the source, spotting another girl approaching from the direction of the cafeteria. She had white hair, exactly same build as Nightshade and was waving at us energetically.

"Hi, Melody," Nightshade replied casually, waving back.

As Nightshade walked toward her, I followed behind, keeping a careful distance.

"Ahh, Miss Yunru," the girl—Melody—said as her gaze shifted to me. Her words were in perfect Mandarin, catching me off guard.

Another one? I stiffened slightly, my mind racing. Are they even human?

"Hello," I replied, doing my best to keep my tone calm and neutral.

"Well, let's go eat, shall we?" Melody said with a bright smile.

I nodded silently, following the two of them toward the cafeteria. At least I might get some answers over breakfast.

0545 - Hakodate, Hokkaido

Japanese commander Yuki's POV

I sighed quietly to myself as I surveyed the unfolding operations. Being assigned to Hakodate wasn't exactly what I had in mind for the last stand training, but at least I'd managed to squeeze in a power nap during the transit. My Mobile Construction Vehicles (MCVs) had already deployed into construction mode, and the base setup was well underway.

As the last commander to arrive, I'd been assigned the southernmost sector to defend. A less-than well defensive position, but someone had to do it. The past week had been a blur of preparation, observation, and uneasy encounters with those girls—the ones who always wore hoodies instead of military uniforms as they call themselves Abyssals.

To be honest, my interactions with them bordered on stalking. Not intentionally, of course, but their abilities were too bizarre to ignore. From what I'd gathered, they didn't need MCVs to construct things; they could build entirely on their own, which defied every logistical principle I knew.

Then there were the... unusual outings. On one occasion, I'd been invited—kidnapped might be a more accurate term—to guide them to some of Hakodate's best restaurants. Their grasp of currency? Nonexistent. They didn't haggle, argue, or even ask about the cost of anything. Instead, they'd simply materialize solid gold bars out of thin air and hand them to the astonished shop owners.

I shook my head, bringing my focus back to the present as I monitored the base construction.

Back then Those hooded girls were speaking, alternating seamlessly between Japanese and English depend on who their talking to. Good thing I was fluent in both, or I'd be entirely lost.

Reports suggested that female personnel had a better chance of interacting with these girls without issue. Male soldiers, on the other hand? Not so much. I still remembered one particularly awkward incident—a GI had tried to propose to one of the girls and ended up with a swift kick to the groin for his trouble.

From a tactical standpoint, things didn't look promising. The Abyssals were expected to begin their advance from the southern tip of Hokkaido and work their way north. That put me right in the line of fire.

I'd seen their capabilities in action—well, technically through a live stream while they eating in the ramen restaurant that I been invited. It was from what they called a "Simulator," and it showcased a 1v1 match between two of their own. Each girl's destructive potential was enough to level an entire city block without breaking a sweat.

I had been asking the girls for more information about the Abyssal leadership, particularly Aqua's left and right hands. The girls, in turn, just answer about them being Combat model and Support model respectively and explain the different which mostly depend on their style of combat.

The group had devoured ramen and other local specialties for hours, consuming enough food to bankrupt the average restaurant. At one point, the shop even ran out of ingredients. No problem for them—they'd casually ask for a sack of materials which is flour and other ingredients needed for making ramen, consumed them using some mysterious black liquid, and conjured ten more sacks out of nowhere and other ingredients as needed.

By the time the match ended—well past 2 AM—they left the restaurant staff thoroughly exhausted but significantly richer, thanks to another pile of gold bars. Their promise to return with more friends led to the restaurant shutting down temporarily for renovations, expanding to accommodate a larger, sturdier structure. It needed to be; the girls' mere presence had caused structural damage. Wooden floors snapped under their steps, tables warped under their weight, and even reinforced furniture didn't fare much better.

"Sir!" a voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

One of the communications officers saluted sharply, reporting, "The basic setup is complete, sir! Patrol teams are forming as we speak."

"Two Kappa tanks and one Powersuit for each team—three teams per city section," I said, my tone firm. Hakodate's urban environment would demand heavier firepower fighting these girls. Infantry wouldn't be much use in even in close ranged engagements, but I'd still need every bit of personnel I had to make this work.

I paused, ensuring my orders were clear. "Oh, and make sure no one goes above the fifth floor. If they collapse the buildings, we can't afford to lose soldiers trapped higher up."

The communications officer hesitated, looking visibly uneasy. "Will they really do that, sir?"

I nodded without missing a beat. "Yes. Based on what I've seen, flattening everything is standard operating procedure for them—as long as there are no civilians around."

I sighed. What I didn't know was how they'd operate in the tunnels. The live stream I'd watched ended before one of them retreated underground, but I'd heard the map included intricate tunnel networks.

"Squad A1 is ready to go," the comms officer reported.

"Allow them to plan their own route, starting from the top left," I instructed. "Make sure they maintain the shortest path to reinforcements."

Another officer rushed in, saluting sharply. "Sir! Battlefield control is established! Sorry for the delay!"

The central map table in the room flickered to life, projecting a real-time map of Hakodate.

"Make a backup of the map—a physical version," I ordered. "And prepare plenty of pins for manual tracking. They'll cut off electronic systems the moment they strike. That seems to be part of their standard tactics."

"Yes, sir!" A nearby GI bolted out of the room, presumably to print the maps and gather supplies.

"Create a defensive wall around the perimeter," I continued. "Deploy the refinery next to that ore deposit we spotted. We'll need the resources as quickly as possible. Queuing War factory to build nearby at soon as refinery got set up."

I rubbed my temples, thinking about their stealth capabilities. The hoodies all those girls wore could render their bodies completely invisible, I seen it use in the live stream if not for their own way to detect stealth unit we won't be able to see them. As for me, I had no reliable way to counter that right now, and I hated the thought of being blind again like in Tokyo, not having full control of the map suck especially against invisible enemies.

"Yes sir!" one of the GI who guarding the room rush out probably to storage to find those and to print out the map.

The best option I had? Dogs. Simple, reliable, and trained to sniff out what tech couldn't see.

I sighed again. "Set up barracks immediately after the perimeter is established. Recruit and train as many attack dogs as possible."

"Sir?" an officer asked, his tone skeptical.

"Just do it," I snapped. "And order all ground forces to include at least two dog per patrol."

"Understood, sir," he replied, nodding.

"Tell me when War factory have finished set up, wait let just start production of Blizzard tank as soon as the war factory online." I said with tired tone, we don't have anything that can shoot down lot of air still I hoping that Blizzard tanks can deal with their drones enough to even the tide just a little bit.

With only two days left to finalize preparations, I had to stay sharp. There was still so much planning to do. Maybe—just maybe—I'd get some rest once the initial setup was underway.

0630

Aqua's POV - Tokyo, Japan

As I wake up, I feel something soft in my arms. Instinctively, I hug it tighter, my half-asleep brain struggling to process what's happening.

Stretching slightly, I blink a few times before opening my eyes. A… tail? I stare at it for a moment before it moves, revealing Helena sleeping sideways, facing me. She's wearing a light blue pajama set, her breathing soft and steady, not sure if she awake but I too sleepy to figure that out right now.

Then I feel another hand wrapped around my waist from behind. Turning my head slightly, I see Amy, also dressed in pajamas, still fast asleep.

I glance back at Helena—who now apparently has a tail. A fluffy-looking one, it look like a fox tail. My fingers twitch. I want it.

Still groggy, I reach out, murmuring, "Give me" but Helena, fully aware of my interest, teasingly flicks her tail just out of reach.

"Give me the file... then" I mumbled again through my sleepiness, directing my processing power to retrieve the relevant data as I still trying to grab her tail.

Helena smirked as she teasingly swayed her tail just out of my reach.

Smug. Too smug.

Not dealing with this.

With a simple thought, I commanded my nanoswarms to gently pull the tail within reach. As soon as it was close enough, I grabbed it and buried my face into the fluff.

So soft…

A notification pinged in my mind—a new blueprint had been sent to me. I blinked, rubbing my eyes before shifting slightly to lean against the tail instead.

Okay, let's see… Tailbone system—check. Customizable accessory—wait, ears too?

I requested the corresponding file, and another set of blueprints immediately appeared in my mind. Standard package, fully customizable.

Alright, let's make some adjustments.

Opening the template, I merged the tail and ear blueprints into a temporary model. Next, I set up a color palette and established the fluffiness parameters—the absolute minimum I'd allow was 50%. Still fluffy enough to hug.

Now, for variety. Tail types: wolf, dog, cat, fox—added. Color customization range—set. Texture? I quickly compiled a list and settled on twenty different texture settings.

Next, functionality.

The ears needed enhanced sensory input. I integrated sound and vibration sensors while ensuring they remained soft and fluffy. Done.

As for the tail… some type of boost?

I smirked. I can do better.

Adding nanoswarm extensions, I enabled the tail to extend and retract at will. While remaining fluffy and strong enough to punch through Iron wall, it would be strong enough to support a T-Doll's weight too—meaning, in theory, they could hang from ceilings or support beams. Not its primary function, but a fun bonus.

The main feature, though? Emotion synchronization. When not manually controlled, the tail would automatically react based on the user's emotions. However, the host could still take direct control whenever needed.

Satisfied with my work, I added the final touch—fleet-wide authorization.

With a simple tap, I clicked Update.

Now that the upgrade was available to everyone, I wanted my own custom version. A wolf's ears and tail.

I designed a strong, large, fluffy tail along with a pair of soft wolf ears. With a thought, my nanoswarms got to work.

As I shook my head, now fully awake, I glanced at Helena. "So... I assume you brought me to my room?" I asked, smiling innocently. I'll punish her later... once I figure out how.

Suddenly, Amy jolted awake as my tail grew right in front of her, pushing her back as she was still hugging me from behind.

"Aqua-chan..." she groaned, slightly irritated as she got pushed toward the edge of the bed as she fall off the king sized bed.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I said with a stretch before getting up. Before Helena could make her escape, I controlled my tail to wrap around her, securing her in place. Then, I walked over to Amy, helping her up while patting her head a few times.

"There, there," I said with a smile.

I turned toward Helena, who was still trapped in my tail's grip.

"there there" I said with a smile... as I look toward Helena which still being hold around by my tail

"Master tail~" she murmured, rubbing her face against the fluff.

...This isn't really a punishment, huh? I sighed.

"Anyway, what did I miss?" I asked, remembering that I had fallen asleep on Amy's lap.

"Not much," Amy replied. "Oh, but Yunru's awake. She's with two Support models right now. Oh, and we also found Libra, I think?"

Libra?

"This early?" I muttered. That wasn't supposed to happen yet. Not that it mattered much—her exact location was never clear in the game, only that she got captured by the PRC and being in convoy during that mission with the psychic girl in the truck...

Goddammit. China has both Yunru and Libra. How did I forget that?

"Let me guess... China?" I asked.

"Alright... I'll need to contact Artemis, then. She's probably the one who found Libra," I said.

Helena nodded. "Yes, Master. She detected what looked like an isolated earthquake in China. The entire city got flattened."

Hearing that, I immediately connected to Artemis. The comm link opened.

("Hello, Artemis,") I greeted.

("Ah, hello, Commander. I assume you're contacting me about the Libra situation?") Artemis replied.

("Yes. Also, give me a full report. You're technically the only eyes in the sky right now that can monitor the whole planet.")

Artemis, after all, was a space station—designed for planetary surveillance and capable of orbital strikes if necessary.

("Understood, Commander. First, in the last four hours, you authorized an orbital strike on the Kremlin. No signs of Yuri or Epsilon forces were found. Russian leadership has been eliminated. Meanwhile, the European front has launched a full-scale assault on Soviet territory to reclaim lost ground.")

I froze for a moment.

An orbital strike on the Kremlin?!

That... when did I say that. That would bring the war to an end very soon, depending on how many competent Soviet generals were left. But no sight of Epsilon at all?

("Not even cloning vats or any Adepts?") I asked, trying to confirm whether Epsilon had fully withdrawn from Russia.

("Initial scan results found no Epsilon presence in both Russia and China, Commander,") Artemis confirmed.

Damn. If they were pulling back, I needed to check the rocket launch sites. The last thing I needed was for them to set up a moon base. If I could stop Act 2, everything would be fine.

("Check the Russian Cosmodromes. See if the rockets are still intact—actually, give me direct access.")

A moment later, I connected to Artemis's sensor suite. Area scan—rocket launch sites. Three matches came up.

Wait... how did I even get Russian intelligence? I thought

Ah. Shinano's data link with Artemis. Anything her strike teams hacked was automatically forwarded to Artemis's database. Nice.

Two sites were well-protected. The third one? A lot of activity. The launch site had been destroyed, with Russian tanks swarming the area. Someone was moving out.

I kept scanning. Allied tanks. A few kilometers to the south, European ones. Archon IFVs. But... no drivers? Abandoned.

Epsilon was here.

I sighed. The next logical step I can think of with knowledge of Mental Omega? They'll try to meet up with Scorpion Cell. That meant Africa.

I needed to conduct a deep scan of the underground tunnel systems across Africa which is not gonna be easy as Scorpion Cell operate for too long.

And I needed to start recalling my forces while also repositioning Shinano to the Atlantic ocean.

("Okay... what's next?") I asked.

("Next is ongoing operations across Russia by three of Hammerhead's teams,") Artemis reported.

("Skip over those. I'll contact Shinano later to retrieve all her strike teams. Our objectives in the Soviet Union are already achieved,") I replied.

With the amount of damage China took, they won't be able to muster much of a force. As for Russia, three targeted strikes should be more than enough. We've already drawn a significant number of forces away from the western front and back toward the east.

Now, the Allies were capitalizing on the chaos.

I just hope they don't succeed too much...

If they completely crushed the Soviets, the Paradox Engine project could get canceled. Without Russia as a major threat, the Allies might not see the need for it anymore.

If that happens, I might have to step in. Or maybe I should let Yuri make a move on the board? Not sure yet.

("Next, seismic activity detected at Lanzhou, China. Localized tremors. The entire city has been flattened,") Artemis reported.

I zoomed in on the area—northern China, near the Tibetan region.

Yeah... the entire city was gone. No military bases in sight. I zoomed out and spotted a Chinese military convoy approaching from the east, heading toward the ruins.

("Rupture's team is en route. ETA: one hour,") Artemis added.

Seismic activity, huh... Didn't Japan have seismic stabilizers? Well might take a look later today then.

I never really paid much attention to them, but they were designed as anti-earthquake devices. After China take over KI (Kanegawa Industries) they develop that defensive structure call 'hammer' I believe—a massive earthquake generator that literally slammed an iron rod into the ground to create localized quakes.

Still don't get how they even aim that thing properly.

Next, I connected to Shinano.

("Hello, Shinano,") I greeted.

A sleepy voice responded.

("Goooood morning...") she yawned. ("It's 4 AM... What do you need at 4 AM?!")

Yeah... she sounds super annoyed.

Oops. I forgot about time zones.

("Well... first, recall all strike teams once they finish their current missions. I assume none of them have long-term assignments?") I asked.

("Well.. retreat all strike teams after their finished their current assign missions.. I assume there no long term one?") I said and ask.

("No... And fine...") she muttered, still sounding half-asleep.

("Actually now that I think about it sent the closest team to Lanzhou in China, set them to high priority.. as I think we found Libra, maybe not sure") I said to Shinano.

("Also, after that, engage dive mode and hold position until the MCVs arrive. I want another underwater base in the Arctic Ocean.")

If my Chronosphere plans worked, I'd have global teleportation access.

Actually... do I even need to build teleportation gates?

If the Chronosphere could teleport anything across continents, then I just needed multiple units of it around the planet.

Sure, I could get away with just one and make it work... but I'm paranoid. So at least two or more.

("Hai hai~") Shinano answered lazily before cutting the connection.

I sighed and turned to Helena, who was still rubbing her face against my tail.

Seriously? Shaking my head, I quickly uncoiled my tail, dropping her to the floor.

"Anyway, let's head to breakfast, shall we?" I asked, looking at both Amy and Helena.

As I moved, I willed my clothes to change—switching into a hoodie and shorts.

Adjusting for my wolf ears, I modified the hood to cover them properly while also adjusting my shorts, cutting small slits to let my tail move freely.

"Yeah, let's go, Aqua-chan!" Amy said, looking me over.

I just smiled before patting her head with my tail as she seem happy.

I mean, it's huge—half my body in size—and can extend easily. Might as well use it.

Alright, time to head to the cafeteria.