A few hours later
Siegfield's POV - Hidden lab somewhere in Germany
"Entering new test log: 'Chronosphere Field Test.' Estimated operational range: 500 km radius. Prediction confirmed," I said, speaking clearly into the audio recorder as I stood in my lab.
"The prototype is functioning well, though there's a minor error in teleportation accuracy," I continued, watching as the system transcribed my voice into text on the screen.
Adjusting my glasses, I examined the data displayed next to the towering Chronosphere next to me in the lab. "Teleportation speed and frequency need improvement. Currently, it manages five warps per minute, which is adequate but far from optimal."
I paused, glancing at the intricate machinery humming softly before me. This upgraded Chronosphere was a vast improvement over its World War II predecessor. It could now teleport entire buildings to new locations, a feat of engineering. However, there were still limitations. The process worked well for structures and vehicles, but attempting to chronoshift infantry resulted in catastrophic failure—melting skin, organ failure... It wasn't a pretty sight. As long as they remained inside vehicles or buildings, though, they were safe.
The new version required significantly more power to enable multiple simultaneous points of transfer. The potential, however, was immense.
(Author's Note: In the game lore, the Chronosphere was already a game-changing threat, allowing rapid deployment of troops and vehicles across the battlefield. In the Mental Omega timeline, a single Chronosphere managed to hold the entire European front against Soviet assaults for months. Its destruction required the Soviets to resort to launching an ICBM at its location.)
I jotted down notes for further improvements. The power draw was a bottleneck, but there were solutions—potential upgrades to capacitor banks, or perhaps fine-tuning the dimensional stabilization fields.
Switching my focus, I turned to another project that had been bothering me. The Soviet Psychic Beacon. On paper, its signal amplification capabilities were underwhelming. But the true marvel wasn't the amplification—it was the core.
A modified brain. In a containment unit.
The ethical implications were... best ignored. The Soviets never cared much for morality in their pursuit of power, and this was no exception. The problem I faced now was that I lacked the equipment to fully analyze the core. Building a dedicated reader for the psychic signals wasn't ideal—it would take time and resources better spent elsewhere.
Instead, I had another idea. "What if I create a static chamber?" I mused aloud. "A chamber designed to block or nullify the psychic signals. By testing various materials, I might identify something capable of containing or disrupting the beacon's effects."
It was a viable solution. Practical, even.
"Computer, open file: 'Psychic Beacon.' I've got modifications to make," I said firmly, turning back to my workstation.
The glowing interface came to life, displaying schematics and notes. Rolling up my sleeves, I leaned in. There was work to be done, and if the Soviets thought they had the upper hand, they were about to be sorely mistaken.
I stared at the display screen on my desk, which showed real-time data from the satellite uplink. The mission was clear: repel the Soviet invasion on the European front. Apparently, Siegfried was working on something related to mind control as well. I'd have to contact him once this operation was over.
The map displayed the entirety of Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania, and Latvia. Seven Soviet bases of operation were scattered across the region, each a strategic threat.
Fortunately, with access to the Chronosphere, we had a decisive advantage. We could launch strikes on multiple locations simultaneously, withdrawing or repositioning units as needed.
Tanya had been recalled for anti-mind-control training. The bald psychic operatives were high-priority targets, and I'd need to adjust our tactics to neutralize them. Snipers would be critical for this.
"Prepare two IFVs with sniper teams on board," I ordered, mentally calculating their deployment routes. Those snipers would be essential for taking out the enemy's psionic threats.
"Chronosphere ready!" one of the communications officers announced.
I marked four strategic positions on the map, each teeming with Soviet vehicles and structures. "Activate!" I commanded.
Four shimmering bubbles materialized on the screen as the Chronosphere powered up, teleporting Allied vehicles behind enemy lines. Two task forces landed in Latvia and another two in Ukraine. Belarus was well-covered by our existing forces, but the outer regions needed reinforcements to hold their ground.
Maintaining map control was crucial, and our satellites gave us an edge. The real-time data allowed us to track enemy movements and adjust our strategies on the fly.
Despite the progress, my thoughts briefly drifted to the Pacific Front. The last I'd heard, Japan was under invasion. No updates had come through yet. I made a mental note to follow up once this operation was complete.
Exhaustion was creeping in. I hadn't slept since the Midas operation. All three Midas trucks had been destroyed, but one of them had been empty—no missile. That nagging detail worried me. Where had the missing payload gone?
"Can someone get me a coffee?" I asked, my voice weary. A GI nodded and left to fetch it.
Returning my focus to the screen, I pointed at the Soviet reactors on the map. "Tell Archon Squad in Latvia to destroy those nuclear reactors and evacuate before they go up!" I barked at the comm officer.
"And remind the SEAL team on the Belarus front to prioritize eliminating the mind controllers! Those units are key to turning the tide here, we don't want infighting" I added firmly.
The room buzzed with activity as officers relayed my orders. The map flickered as updates came in—explosions marking successful strikes and unit movements.
I might be able to take a nap once this calm down a bit.
Japan's General POV - Hokkaido, Japan
"Sir! Commander Yuki from Tokyo reports that the entire city is covered in fog!" one comms officer announced.
"Same situation along the coast, all the way up to Sendai!" another officer added, sounding equally alarmed.
I frowned, leaning forward. "Do we still have contact with our units inside the affected zones?" I asked, suspecting this was the same phenomenon we encountered at Pearl Harbor.
"Yes, sir! Wait... we're receiving a direct connection," the first officer replied. Moments later, the display screen flickered to life, revealing a young woman sitting calmly in a chair. Behind her, the faint glow of a rising sun struggled to pierce through the fog.
("Apologies for the abrupt connection, but time is of the essence,") the woman began, her voice steady and composed. She looked more mature than the Abyssal leader we'd seen before. Her short black hair framed her face, and behind her stood two figures: a maid holding a tea tray.
("Let's get straight to the point,") she continued, sipping from a teacup with unsettling calm. ("I've sent two MCVs to assist in cloaking Japan. The fog you're observing is a countermeasure against enemy sensors.")
Her statement was followed by a detailed map of Japan appearing on the screen, overlaid with plans for defensive and logistical improvements. ("Japan's defensive lines and logistics infrastructure will require a full overhaul. Transportation systems, supply lines, and strategic defenses need to be rebuilt, and someone will be sent to oversee the entire project,") she explained.
I narrowed my eyes. "And how do you intend to fund all of this? The costs will be astronomical," I said skeptically.
The woman waved off my concerns. ("Don't worry about the funding. On a different note, how many ore deposits does Japan have?")
I hesitated before nodding toward one of my comm officers. After a moment's pause, I said, "Send the data over."
The officer complied, and the woman's face brightened slightly as the numbers appeared on her screen. ("Perfect. Thirty-three ore deposits will be more than enough to finance everything.")
With a satisfied nod, she concluded, ("Either our commander will contact you once she's done with her operation in China, or I'll follow up after completing these construction efforts. Goodbye for now.") She cut the connection abruptly.
"Sir! Files are being sent over—development plans for the sectors," one of the comm officers reported.
"Bring them on screen. I want to see them," I said, my curiosity mixed with apprehension.
The files displayed detailed plans for infrastructure: train systems, road networks, underground tunnels, and power grids. Each city's development came with a 50-page dossier, and with all the cities included, the total file length reached nearly 700 pages.
"Send this to our researchers—specifically the civil engineering teams," I ordered, already feeling a headache forming.
"Yes, sir!"
As I scanned through another file labeled Coastal Defensive Line, I felt a sense of relief—finally something within my wheelhouse. But before I could dig into the details, a new report came in.
"Sir! The fog is expanding westward—it's now covering Osaka," another comm officer informed me.
"Relay the message to all commanders: the fog is friendly," I said. Though the order sounded ridiculous even to me, it was clear that the fog's goal was to envelop all of Japan. The fact that no sensors could penetrate it was both intriguing and terrifying.
I returned my attention to the file about coastal defenses. A rendered image showed what looked like a simple box turret. I frowned. "This is their coastal gun? It's so small. How effective could it possibly be?" I muttered.
Opening the attached simulation video, my jaw dropped. The turret's rapid-fire lasers shredded a Soviet Rhino tank in seconds, leaving nothing but smoking debris.
"What kind of fire rate is that?" I muttered in disbelief.
"Sir, the design matches what the flying girls used in Hokkaido," one officer pointed out, pulling up an image of one of the Raptor sisters holding a twin laser cannon. Comparing the turret to the weapon she carried, the similarities were undeniable.
"So, assuming this is accurate..." I murmured, flipping through more renderings. The turrets were designed to be installed in rows along the coastline, hidden until needed. They would pop up en masse and rain destruction on any approaching enemy.
"How many turrets would engage a single attack vector, like a standard Soviet landing craft?" I asked.
"Approximately 20 turrets, sir," an officer estimated.
"And how are these turrets powered?" I pressed.
Another image appeared, this one showing a small box labeled Reactor.
"What is that?" I asked, gesturing to the screen.
"It's labeled as a reactor, sir," the officer replied.
"Did they send us the blueprints for this reactor?" I asked, hoping we could accelerate the process with our MCVs.
"None, sir," came the disappointing response.
"How do they expect to finish this quickly if they don't leverage our MCVs?" I muttered, shaking my head.
"Sir! Commander Yuki from Tokyo reports that coastal reconstruction has already begun!"
"What? Already? That's... too fast. Don't they need to deploy more fog first?" I asked, bewildered.
Just then, the woman reappeared on the screen. ("Sorry to interrupt. I'm delivering more files from the Commander. Also, once the Fog Spires are operational, recall all military units to your base in Hokkaido.")
"What? Why?" I began, only to be cut off.
("Just check the attached files. Also, do you have a nutritionist on staff?") she asked, as another screen displayed what looked like power armor. Its design was sleek, almost Western in style.
"A nutritionist?" I echoed, utterly lost in the whirlwind of information.
("Yes. Apparently, it's for designing new MREs,") she explained with surprising nonchalance. ("Once the Commander returns, she'll send a few combat models to help train your troops.")
"Understood," I replied, turning to one of my officers. "Compile a list of nutritionists across Japan and send it over."
The officer nodded, already typing.
Before cutting the connection, the woman added, ("One last thing: if you see girls dressed oddly or wearing hoodies, assume they're our forces. We have... questionable fashion sense.") And with that, she disappeared from the screen again.
"What just happened?" I said aloud, the sheer volume of information leaving me overwhelmed. Turrets, logistics, power grids, fog, power armor—it felt endless.
"Sir! It's confirmed—the power armor is fully functional sir!" an officer announced.
Of course, it was. This wasn't fiction. Everything they had shown so far worked flawlessly.
"Get me coffee," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm going to need it to get through all of this."
Soviet's general (Soviet's Player) - Approaching New york
Spending time in a Gulag holding facility is hardly what I'd call enjoyable, but at least now I've been called to oversee this invasion. It's a welcome distraction from the stalemated European front. I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside.
"General! Battlefield control established—we've got contact!" a comms officer reported. I was seated inside a Soviet MCV, another one still en route aboard a landing craft.
"For the Motherland!" I declared as that the standard password for the map to open I examined the operational map, already planning our assault to raze New York and establish a landing zone.
I had no illusions about my situation. The other generals likely sent me here as a sacrificial pawn, expecting me to perish in this high-profile operation. But I wasn't going to fall so easily.
Our fleet consisted of four Dreadnoughts, accompanied by several dozen Seawolf destroyers and Typhoon-class submarines. It should be sufficient to punch through the coastal defenses.
Suddenly, a thunderous explosion echoed across the water.
Boom!
The Grand Cannon guarding the dock exploded spectacularly, clearing the way for my MCV to disembark from the landing craft and roll onto solid ground. Now came the critical task of finding a suitable location to establish a base of operations.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Gunfire erupted, mingling with the roar of tank cannons as Allied forces in New York scrambled to respond. They'd made a grave error in judgment. Most of their forces had been diverted to the European and Pacific fronts, leaving their homeland vulnerable—and I intended to exploit that vulnerability to its fullest.
"Order the Dreadnoughts to target and destroy the remaining Grand Cannons defending the coastline!" I barked.
The comms officer relayed the order, and moments later, the sky filled with the ominous whistling of cruise missiles launched from the Dreadnoughts. The Allied defenses wouldn't hold for long under such a relentless barrage.
As the MCVs rolled into position, I glanced at my watch. Time was critical. We had approximately two hours to secure the beachhead and neutralize the immediate threats before reinforcements arrived. Kirov Airships were en route, and when they arrived, they would turn the tide even further in our favor.
The chaos of the battlefield surged around me, the sounds of war filling the air as I mentally mapped the next phase of the operation. New York's fall wasn't just a matter of strategy; it was a message to the Allies, a demonstration of Soviet might. And I intended to deliver it.
American's Fleet Admiral POV - Approaching Japan
"Sir, the fog is blocking our sonar!" an officer reported urgently. I stood on the bridge of the Enterprise-11, surrounded by a flotilla of Allied reinforcements—landing craft, destroyers, and battleships all poised to retake Japan.
(Author's note: Enterprise are Mass produce Aircraft carrier design of Allies factions, I do want Enty but I can't really make her except with some design of my own. And as you read so far I choose Shinano first)
"What do you mean blocking our sonar?!" I barked, striding to the sonar station. The screen was a chaotic mess, filled with so many pings that it looked like the entire ocean was alive. Too much interference—it was impossible to discern anything.
"Have the other landing forces reported the same issue?" I turned to the comms officer.
"Sir, yes, sir! All four landing zones are reporting identical interference! The fog appears to be artificial, sir!"
I clenched my fists, suppressing the urge to snap at him. "I can see that! Fine. There's only one way to find out—send in the destroyers to scout the fog!"
As I watched the eerie wall of fog hanging over the ocean, unmoving and unnatural, the Horizon destroyers approached cautiously. Halfway into the fog, they suddenly halted.
"Why aren't they moving?! Didn't they receive the order to scout?" I demanded.
"Sir, their engines have shut down!" the comms officer replied, his tone edged with unease.
"Try it with three more ships," I ordered.
Minutes later, the same result. Every ship entering the fog lost engine power.
"Tow them out," I said through gritted teeth. "Deploy small boats. Let's see if this happens with smaller engines!"
The tension on the bridge was palpable as the boats approached the fog. The results came back quickly.
"Sir, the small boats experienced engine failure as well!"
"Then what about the destroyers that were towed out?" I asked, clinging to hope for some kind of breakthrough.
"Sir, their engines returned to full functionality once they were removed from the fog!"
I sighed heavily, rubbing my temples. "And the other landing forces? Are they reporting the same?"
"Yes, sir. All four fleets are encountering identical conditions. None can penetrate the fog."
This was a logistical nightmare. Without landing reinforcements, the plan to retake Japan was falling apart before it even began.
"Send in the drones," I ordered, determined to get some kind of visual feed. "Let's see if we can get eyes on what's inside."
The response was swift and disheartening.
"Sir, attempts to deploy drones have failed. Other fleets report losing feed and control as soon as the drones enter the fog. We've already lost five drone entirely!"
I pressed my forehead into my hand, frustration mounting. "This is a disaster."
After a long moment, I gave the only order that made sense. "Signal a retreat to the Philippines. We've lost contact with Japan, and the entire reinforcement effort is compromised. We need answers—get some researchers on this immediately. I want a solution."
"Yes, sir!"
As the fleet began to turn away from Japan's enigmatic and impenetrable fog, I stared out at the strange phenomenon with unease.