Oct 1, 2017
This is the last Nexus story that I have and I feel I've saved the best for last. Nexus was supposed to be run using Big Eyes Small Mouth third edition which is my go to system for any setting where playing a non-humanoid is very possible. BESM 3e excels at that task because it has mechanics behind extremely inhuman anatomy where other games would just fluff those differences into the humanoid mechanics (a method which does have its merits). This story was meant to hint that such characters were completely viable in the setting.
Max and I were partners in our reality's K-9 unit. We were partners he and I; a cybernetically enhanced man and a cybernetically enhanced dog. The implants gave us a whole suite of abilities, but foremost among them was telepathy with each other. We served in search an rescue, primarily warzones. We'd saved each other on more than one occasion. He'd take a bullet for me to his plating, I'd take out an ambusher with my in built armaments. Not to mention all the friendlies we'd pull out of tough spots.
Some people believe in one true love, and I think I do too. Not in a "I want to have kids with him" kind of way, just that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Max. Hell, he'd lasted longer than my 2 wives. So when retirement came close, I started planning on where to go. I decided on Nexus because with our connected implants we'd both get our citizenship together. Sure we could've been undocumenteds, but I didn't want to get kicked out of a reality at my age. We found a nice little apartment, and filled our days with community service, bringing joy to the sick at hospitals and teaching children about empathy towards fellow sentients.
They say losing a child is the hardest thing to go through. I've never had children, but losing Max was like losing a brother, a best friend, and a spouse all rolled into one. He was always the less lucky of the two of us. We were heading home from a school visit, when we got caught in a Homeline raid on some illegal operation. Nerve rifle fire started flying back and forth on lethal settings. Max saw something and shoved me out of the way. His plating didn't stop the lethal nerve damage, but he somehow had the clarity to cut our connection before the pain killed us both. A piece of my soul died that day. When I recovered enough to walk again, I devoted myself to finding out what happened. Now I'm just one old dog, working the P.I. angle trying to get back at whoever caused my partner's death.
Rest in peace Max, because I'll stop the bastards that killed you.