Trans-Humans

THE WAR OF THE TWINS

Alpha and Omega – The Fracture of Tzion

After the emergence of the Omega Hu-Men, everything changed.

The universe of Tzion, once in balance, now fractured at its core. The harmony Goddark had breathed into the stars was breaking—not from without, but from within. The Hu-Men, once a singular, radiant species, were now two.

Alpha and Omega.
Light and Shadow.
The Seed and the Rot.

Across the planets Vita—worlds scattered like jewels across the heavens—the fracture deepened. And from that fracture, civil war erupted.

Some planets remained faithful to the path of balance. The Alpha Hu-Men resisted fiercely, defending the ancient temples, protecting the sacred forests, and holding fast to the traditions whispered into their minds by the Kwasars.

On these worlds, life endured in equilibrium. Spirit and science walked hand in hand. Peace was preserved—barely.

But not all planets were so fortunate.

On many others, the Omega Hu-Men seized control.
Some through charm.
Others through lies.
And many through blood.

Where they ruled, the old ways were burned.
Temples fell. Knowledge was rewritten.
The soul became irrelevant.
Power was all that mattered.

And so, in desperation, Goddark and the Kwasars intervened.

Not with weapons—but with experiments.

On countless Vita planets, they initiated social resets.
Some planets were left untouched, to preserve the pure Alpha traditions.
Others were nudged forward—gently advanced with Kwasar knowledge, gifted clean technologies and harmonic sciences.

These worlds flourished.
Their cities rose like mountains of light.
Their people lived in peace, art, and wisdom.

But on the dark side of the stars…
the Omega worlds twisted.

One such world was JamaicaX.

THE FALL OF JAMAICAX

The First Cyber-Soul Dystopia

Once a fertile world rich in radiant minerals and crystalline forests, JamaicaX fell swiftly to the Omega. They came not in armies, but in ideas—ideologies wrapped in promise, laced with ambition.

They preached liberation from the soul.
They mocked the Alpha’s spiritual laws as “the leash of the Architects.”
They called it evolution.

And the planet listened.

Over decades, JamaicaX transformed into something unrecognisable.

The air grew dense.
The skies—once turquoise and clear—turned ash-grey and choked in electric storms.
Towering spires of black metal pierced the clouds.
Cities fused with machinery, bathed in neon and shadow.

This was no longer a planet of temples and gardens.
This was a crucible of technology and control.
A cyberpunk dystopia born from Omega obsession.

And in the underworlds of JamaicaX, a new horror emerged:

The Trans-Humans.

Twisted visions of the Hu-Men form.
Experimental aberrations born from Omega ambition and corrupted Kwasar tech stolen during the wars.

Their bodies were enhanced with cybernetic implants:
Pineal stabilisers.
Emotion dampeners.
Direct neural ports to the Omega Codex.
Hearts replaced with synthetic cores fuelled by stolen soul-energy.

Some had no mouths—only data ports.
Some had six eyes and no eyelids.
Some had replaced their own bones with black alloy.

They were not born.
They were built.

Each one was designed to surpass the limitations of both Alpha and Omega.
And each one was a sacrilege to creation.

The few remaining Alpha Hu-Men on JamaicaX were hunted, rounded up, experimented on. Their blood used to refine the Trans-Human process. Their memories extracted and fed into artificial dream banks.

JamaicaX became a tomb for the sacred—and a throne for the damned.

The Omega ruled.
The Trans-Humans patrolled.
And above it all, the corrupted moon of the planet pulsed with red light…
like a watching eye.

Goddark wept in silence.
The Kwasars sealed the skies.
But the balance had already been broken.

And the war between Alpha and Omega was no longer a conflict of ideals…
It was a war for the future of consciousness itself.