I'm looking for a long term partner with competent writing skills, posts every week or two, is well versed in 40k lore and won't hold back on the in-universe brutality like others have.

EDIT: Some ideas I have for roles my partner can play is a captured cyborg iseaki character in the same situation as the MC, an Eldar who is on the planet for whatever reason, or even just some wandering unsanctioned psyker to fill the role of the duos mage.

[s]Here is an Excerpt of what to expect below.[/s]

[b]Update: [/b]Nevermind. This is now cancelled.

[quote][i]Peace Through Power

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Entry 1

My name is Kane Godfrey and I've taken it upon myself to document the events that transpired after my abduction. I have two good reasons for doing this. The first is having a bunch of booklets printed out so I can just hand them to whoever asks about my past and avoid the hassle of repeatedly having to explain things to random gawkers from off the streets. The second is to provide a record of what happened. That way if the worst case scenario happens there'll be a record of what happened and anyone who finds this can potentially get revenge for my poor damned soul.

For starters I'm obviously not native to Necromunda or likely even this reality for that matter. I was abducted from another planet called Earth by a godlike being, given the option to choose both my race and technology tree, then dumped into the middle of nowhere with nothing to my name but a few weapons.

This might come as a surprise to whomever reads this, but I was originally a normal human back then. Which was a huge problem because I didn't know what kind of world I was going into at the time, but it was a safe bet to say it was going to be incredibly hostile and I was just an ordinary, totally mentally stable, guy from off the streets. As you can tell by now, I have no problem committing mass murder in self defence, but my human body was simply not up to the task of what was needed.

So I hatched a cunning plan. I selected the Brotherhood of Nod tech tree and, after a brief conversation with the mysterious deity, was granted permission to build whatever body that could plausibly be done with this technology. Perfect.

I'm not going to explain everything about my new body because I'd wind up writing an entire book. So I'll just give a very abridged rundown now and explain things in further detail as the story goes along.

Lets start off with the basics. First you have a heavy duty regenerative Scrin Alloy skeleton with inhumanly powerful biomechanical synthetic muscles grafted on and a Ghost in the Shell style brain case that has mostly minor augmentations. The internal body houses various mechanical "organs" that fulfill a wide variety of purposes including a very efficient bio fuel reactor and even an internal fabrication system. The entire body is encased a thick, black, tough, technorganic, self repairing synth skin covering with naturally growing hair on the head which has a normal skin tone and almost completely human looking face. Other features include an armoured outer hard shell, blocky data horns where the ears would be, a thick bulletproof visor to protect the eyes and a Lazarus cloaking system. The entire body is largely self maintaining thanks to specialized nanotech produced by the previously mentioned organs and can repair all but the most catastrophic damage. Lastly the whole rig stands approximately two meters tall, weighs like eight hundred pounds and has a fully functioning dick. Because I'll be damned if I spend the rest of my existence without one of those.

Yeesh, even the super abridged version is long and dry sounding.

Anyways, after all that was done I woke up in an ashen wasteland that smelled like hazardous and broken dreams. I knew right off the bat I’d wound up in some nightmarish dystopic hellscape.

It just took me a short while to fully reconcile how awful this place really was.

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When Kane Godfrey regained consciousness he instinctively gasped for air and while he could breathe, his lungs didn't feel even remotely right and his heartbeat simply wasn't there anymore. This prompted another series of knee jerk reactions as his body vainly tried to react to the changes it had gone through in a futile feedback loop. This resulted in him simply laying there and violently convulsing for who knew how long until he eventually calmed down enough to start thinking rationally and process the world around him.

Now relatively lucid again, Kane found himself lying on his back with his face looking at a sky so choked with pollution that the sun was barely visible through the blackened clouds. The air stank to high heaven of ashes and industrial pollutants with the only audible sounds being the faint howling of the wind. As he became more aware of his surroundings he noticed just how completely and utterly wrong his body felt. It was like he'd been transformed into a completely different entity with no time given to acclimate to the radical changes and then thrown into a hostile environment.

Which was exactly what had happened.

Seeing that there was nothing to gain from just lying there, Kane slowly got to his feet and tested his new body. He stumbled and nearly lost his balance a few times, like any newborn that was just learning to walk, but he was soon able to move around competently enough to not suddenly topple over. 

Despite being in one of the most terrifying situations imaginable, Kane couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of that. He was only in his new body for a few minutes and already walking around like a pro.

Scanning the terrain around him, all Kane could see in every direction were endless fields of rock and ash with no signs of civilization in sight. In fact, now that he was paying attention, his vision seemed to be a lot clearer than it should have been. With a little concentration he could make out the minute cracks in rocks hundreds of meters away as if he were right next to them. He tried doing the same with his other senses and realized, to his absolute giddy joy, that yes he could. Kane could filter out specific sounds and massively amplify others or simply block them out altogether. The same went for his sense of smell which he immediately dialed down so the arcid stench of the wasteland wouldn't be so distracting.

Kane was about to investigate his surroundings further when a heads up display flashed into his vision and startled the ever loving hell out of him. He quickly realized it was because he had a visor going across his peripheral vision. After a few seconds of calming his nerves and messing around a bit he discovered, much like his senses, that he could control what was being displayed. He kept the basic mini map and ammunition counter combo for now. He could always customize things later.

After that little surprise Kane inspected his new body next and was pleased to discover he was now a two meter tall giant. His new cybernetic form was covered in heavy duty armour plating that was magnetically clamped directly onto his frame and the visible skin he could see underneath was pitch black with a slight sheen. From what he could see his physical build was slightly above average but incredibly well toned, and upon closer inspection, discovered he now had a finely sculpted six pack on display below his chest armour.

Without even thinking Kane reached behind himself and found a rock solid and perfectly shaped ass that would catch the eye of any woman with good taste.

Despite being abducted from his life by an eldritch god, wilfully transforming himself into a transhuman cyborg and then being dropped into an alien world he knew nothing about, the kind of situation that would have any sane man suffering an existential crisis, Kane found himself grinning widely and really hoping he could find a dance club.

Because he was sexy as hell now.

Kane's spirits rose even further when he discovered his trusty USMC Modern Combat Knife and Mark V LAR Grizzly Win Mag lying near his feet along with several clips of ammunition. He was an American citizen after all and it just wouldn't be right if he didn't exercise his right to bear arms.

Picking up the USMC Modern Combat Knife first, Kane looked at his reflection in the polished steel blade and barely recognized what he saw.

The stranger staring back at him was a boyish looking young man with pale skin and a face full of freckles. But the cuteness didn't stop there. He had full head of messy brown hair, green eyes, a small perky nose and a naturally innocent looking expression.

Aside the bulky data horns where the ears would normally be, this guy looked like the dictionary definition of an anime Bishōnen.

Kane immediately took back what he thought earlier about any woman with taste being attracted to him. With “this” body and “that” face any woman who wasn't the most die hard man hating lesbian was going to be ogling him. Probably a small number of men too.

This mood was dampened when Kane realized he had no way of practically carrying these items. So he ultimately had to carry everything in his hands.

Once he found civilization his first priority was going to be getting some travel supplies.

With everything of value now in hand, Kane looked up at the sun, did a few calculations and started walking east. He didn’t know if there was anything in that direction, but figured he’d find something eventually if he walked far enough. There had to be something on this planet or else he wouldn’t have been sent here. Right?

As Kane walked, he began fiddling around with his heads up display again. He vaguely remembered something about a tutorial when designing this body and maybe he’d find it in a menu.[/i][/quote]