Red Alert 2 Mental Omega: Wargirls Reincarnation

Pacific Front General's POV

"This is real. The Mercury satellite is real!" one of the scientists mumbled while staring at the data we get from the Abyssals. My head still throbbed after the full debriefing I received from the Commander stationed at Pearl Harbor.

Eight people. That's all it took to shut down an entire island—not counting the fog that nullified all forms of communication and sensors. And that name—'Abyssal'—it's bound to mean something.

Too powerful to deal with... At least we can share this intel with the European Alliance about this new faction. And apparently, the satellite tech and Stormchild technology we tried to reverse engineer from American are now completely in our database so that a deal we intent to keep.

"So, can we make our own satellite?" I asked the lead scientist. They looked at me and nodded rapidly.

"Yes, absolutely. If we have enough funding, we can build a prototype in six months," they replied.

"Very well. You'll get your funding," I said with a nod and turned to leave the lab. I had another facility to visit.

"General! Norio has reached Sakhalin Island with his team," one of the comm officers reported, handing me an earpiece.

("Commando Norio, report.") I said into the comms as I made my way toward the Stormchild lab.

("Sir, Russian presence confirmed. We infiltrated one of the abandoned Soviet airbases. This island is heavily defended") Norio responded.

So the intel was accurate.

("Identify what they're researching. If possible, copy the tech. If not, destroy the research site.") I said firmly. Norio had enough firepower to wipe out the base—so long as they didn't have overwhelming anti-air defenses.

Norio's POV

("Affirmative.") I replied to the General. "We've got a green light to move ahead," I said to my Navy SEAL team and the two spies assigned to this mission.

"Aye. I'll tell my boys to prepare to move out through the cliffs," said the Navy SEAL leader from Australia. I nodded in response and prepared myself for the sneaking operation.

The General only briefed me that something critical was happening on these Russian islands. I didn't know what prompted the urgency, but the fact that I had to bring the prototype Garuda power armor for this mission meant it was important.

As I walked along the cliffside with the SEALs, I knew the moment I activated the Garuda's flight mode, the whole base would be on high alert—its flight systems weren't exactly quiet.

I scanned the road below us as we moved. Soviet patrols—lots of them. Conscripts with AK-47s, some carrying flak cannons, and dogs sniffing around. Then I noticed something odd—a bald man dressed strangely, with no weapons and strange symbols on his head.

I raised my hand to halt the team and zoomed in using my helmet's optics. No weapons. Just those strange symbols. I shook my head. Some sort of specialist escorted by conscripts? We'd find out soon enough.

("Unknown specialist spotted in Soviet patrols. No weapons, but strange symbols on their heads.") I reported into the comms. My helmet nullified any external sound.

We moved quietly for several more minutes until we spotted a Soviet checkpoint ahead under the cliff. More patrols along the cliffside checking the wall. Same configuration—four conscripts with AKs, two with flak cannons, and another bald man.I pulled out my 'Thermal Inversion Rifle.' It was a prototype, and I didn't fully trust prototypes, but it worked well enough on the firing range. I aimed at the bald man.

The SEAL leader counted down with hand signals. They hadn't spotted us yet. This should be an easy kill. Deep breath. Finger counting down—3... 2... 1...

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The bald man froze solid with a single shot. The other six dropped, heads cleanly shot by the SEALs. Patrol cleared. We moved toward the wall.

Two SEALs covered my back while the others set up a perimeter. At the concrete wall—about two meters tall—I considered my options. Blowing it open with an 'Arashi' missile would alert the checkpoint below. Freezing and breaking it was risky, so I opted for short bursts of my thrusters to hop over.

Despite the noise, the wind covered the burst as I vaulted over the wall. Another patrol. I immediately aimed at the bald guy and fired a cryo laser burst.

Five out of seven dropped in the first volley. As I landed, the remaining conscripts spun around, ready to shout. I fired again. All seven down. No alarms.

("Patrol clear.")

I confirmed it through the team comms as the spies emerged on our side, followed closely by the SEAL team scaling up the wall and dropping down to join us. I kept a vigilant watch as we regrouped.

In the distance, I spotted a massive warehouse and what appeared to be a Soviet war factory. Still no sign of a radar tower, but we needed to stay sharp.

As the last SEAL member climbed over, we moved out. Patrol activity had increased. Now we saw some kind of armored personnel carrier (Tigr APC)—a half-track design but more heavily armored and equipped with quad flak cannons. Worse, there were tanks. Heavy tanks. This was turning into a full military operation, and that was going to be a serious problem.

We continued moving along the cliffs, spotting a Soviet base in full operation—harvesters, walls, turrets, tanks, infantry, and what looked like a smaller but constantly active version of the Iron Curtain device I had seen in documents from the last world war. That was more than a little concerning.

I exchanged a nod with the two spies. One of them would need to disguise themselves and infiltrate the enemy lab. We continued up the cliff until the slope became too steep, forcing us to drop down into the forest below. Fortunately, patrols were lighter here than along the roads leading directly to the base.

We still needed to ambush a patrol team for the spy to switch into a conscript disguise. Scanning the area, I spotted a small camp in the forest with a campfire visible.

I jumped down the cliff, using short bursts from my thrusters to soften the landing, while the SEAL team carefully climbed down with their gears. Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain shot through my skull. I struggled to stay upright, and just as quickly as it came, the pain vanished.

as I suddenly feel sheering pain my skull as I try to stay upright.. just as quickly as its arrive it went away.. what was that?

("What was that?!") one of the SEALs shouted over comms. Looking back, I saw them frozen on the cliff, clearly affected by the same phenomenon. They took a moment to reorient themselves before continuing.

("I don't know, but whatever it is, we need to destroy it,") I replied. If this was a Soviet prototype, I shuddered to think what their plan to do with whatever this is.

("Let's move before it activates again,") I ordered. The SEAL team acknowledged, and soon, we were all on the ground, ready to continue.

Approaching the Soviet camp, I spotted movement—four conscripts armed with AKs and three others with flak cannons. No sign of any bald men. The SEAL leader took aim.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

Six suppressed shots. Seven targets down. I froze one of the flak cannon operators with my rifle. As we advanced, I noticed movement near the campfire. A bald man was clutching his head.

Pfft!

A shot rang out. I spun around and saw the SEAL leader aiming at one of our own, hitting friendly in the shoulder before another SEAL tackled him.

("What the hell?!") Comm chatter erupted as I tuned out the noise and quickly raised my rifle, firing at the bald man.

Phew!

He froze solid. The SEAL leader collapsed, no longer resisting.

("What was that?") I demanded.

("I… I wasn't in control of my own thoughts,") the SEAL leader stammered, dropping his weapon.

I stayed alert, scanning for more threats. I knew the SEAL leader well, and there was no way he'd shoot a teammate without some external influence. This was bad.

("Mind control? is that even possible..") one of the SEALs guessed.

("That very likely,") the leader responded.

I'd trusted my instincts to take out the bald guy, and it paid off. No time to dwell on it now.

("Spy, get into disguise. We need intel,") I ordered. While the spies prepared, we set up a lookout spot. The two spies disguised themselves as conscripts and headed toward the base. I shadowed them from the treeline with the rest of the team.

The base was heavily fortified—turrets, tanks, and armored vehicles, but surprisingly few dogs. That was a small relief. The spies entered the base, and we waited.

Fifteen minutes later, I received the intel package. My heart sank as I reviewed it. The base was guarding two projects—'Midas Project' and 'Psychic Beacon.'

Both were bad news. The Midas Project referred to ICBM launcher vehicles. We needed the research data stored in a nearby lab. Meanwhile, the Psychic Beacon wasn't just a prototype—it was nearly complete.

("Spy, pull out now,") I ordered. Then, to the SEAL team: ("We have two targets. First is the Psychic Beacon. I think that's what caused the pain earlier, and we have about two hours before it's operational.")

("You know best,") the SEAL leader replied, trusting my judgment.

("We move west, stay high ground. The spies will exit north to avoid patrols,") I directed. As we moved along the forest edge, we encountered a dirt path cutting through the trees. No patrols in sight. We crossed quickly and resumed our approach.

The forest grew quieter—too quiet. No animals. Just the endless sound of wind and snow. After thirty minutes, we reached the slope of a hill and spotted a small checkpoint.

("Abandoned,") I noted as we checked it out. Dust and snow covered everything.

We slipped back into the treeline. The forest was thinner here, but still provided cover. Soon, we reached the construction site—three tanks, an APC, conscripts, flak cannons, and four weird bald men. At the center stood a spire-like structure. The Psychic Beacon.

4 bald head guys.. as well as what appear to be a spire of some sort.. that probably Psychic beacon if what I read are corrected we need to destroy it before it activate..

I locked onto two tanks with missile barrages. ("I'll draw their attention. Focus fire on the high-priority targets. We can't risk more mind control.")

I activated my Garuda power armor. My wings came online, and I leaped into the air, thrusters roaring. Missiles streaked toward the tanks.

Boom!

One down.

The APC turned its flak cannons toward me as the SEALs took out three of the bald men. The last one ducked behind the beacon. While the SEALs dealt with the conscripts and flak cannons, I fired another missile volley at the APC.

Boom!

The APC exploded. Suddenly, pain lanced through my skull. My arm moved on its own, aiming my rifle at my team.

'You will belong to Yuri…' The thought wasn't mine. 'Your mind belongs to Yuri…'

GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I screamed inside my mind and forced my arm away from my team's direction just in timed as my finger pulled the trigger, firing into empty space, Just as Soviet tank blasted a shell at the trees we were using for cover and kick up snow and dust everywhere.

Shit, it wor— 'You will belong to Yuri…' I fought to regain control of my body. My entire power armor whirred as it rotated toward my SEAL team, targeting them. My missile system locked on.

Pfft! A gunshot rang out.

Suddenly, I was free.

I spun back toward the tanks, aimed my missiles, and fired.

*Boom! Boom!*

I dropped to the ground, my head pounding. My hands pressed against my helmet as if that would stop the stabbing pain.

("The area is secure.") I heard a voice, probably one of the SEALs, but it felt distant. I looked up to see someone rushing toward me.

("They were in my head…") I muttered, struggling to steady my breathing. That was terrifying—not being in control of my own body, my own mind.

("Calm down, soldier. Remember who you are!") The SEAL's voice cut through my haze. It was nonsense, but anything that not about them helped.

("I'm Norio,") I said aloud, focusing on myself. I was a police officer. I joined the Rocketeer squad, rose through the ranks, and became the pilot of this power armor. I'm Tomokawa, I'm Norio.

(Author's note: 'Tomokawa' That his actual name in the lore)

("Thanks,") I added. The SEAL gave me a reassuring nod.

*Boom!*

I looked toward the psychic beacon. It was now a pile of rubble, courtesy of the C4 charges. I let out a heavy breath, trying to calm my nerves. At least that nightmare was over.

("The next objective's going to be more annoying,") I said into the comms as the SEAL team began setting up a perimeter. Everyone was accounted for—no casualties. Good. We needed to move fast. The Soviets would likely send reinforcements after hearing the tank fire, even from kilometers away.

("We need to locate the hidden lab and destroy any warehouses we come across. Those are part of Midas production.")

("Midas?") someone asked.

("Long story short—it's an ICBM launcher tank. We need to destroy it.") The atmosphere immediately shifted. Everyone tensed up. Nobody joked about nukes, especially after Russia surrendered their rights to have them in the last war. It was clear Russia was preparing for war, and with these mobile ICBMs, they could launch nuclear strikes anywhere in the world.

("Where are we heading?") one of the SEALs asked.

I shook my head. ("No coordinates in the database we got from the spy. It's probably on a need-to-know basis.")

("So we look for heavy patrols?") the SEAL leader suggested.

("Very likely.") It made sense. A project this important would be guarded by more patrols and heavier war machines.

("The spy said they were heading north,") I added as we began moving in that direction. It was the only clue we had.

After trekking for about an hour, we came across a narrow pass along a nearly vertical cliff. One wrong step would mean a long fall. I couldn't help but think about how much intel we'd gathered from this base. Did the General know this was here? Is that why he sent the entire team?

We kept moving and eventually spotted a research complex built into the hillside. It was heavily guarded with turrets, infantry, dogs, and tanks. This had to be the Midas research lab.

("Heavy defenses. Do you see our spy?") The SEAL leader asked, bringing out his binoculars.

I scanned the area using my helmet's optics. ("None so far.")

The lab was built on a hill, surrounded by layers of defenses. There was no way to get in without making a lot of noise.

("We're going to stay here and observe. See if they change shifts. I want a headcount of those weird bald guys,") the SEAL leader ordered.

So, another six to eight hours of watching guards. Great.

("Norio, when's the next satellite connection?") the SEAL leader asked.

I checked my HUD. ("About an hour.")

("We stay put until then. Once you report back, we'll start making a plan.")

I nodded. Reasonable. This was going to be a long mission.