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Ruben Hunter

Grief does not change you. It reveals you.

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a character in “Lullaby over Pax”, as played by partially-stars

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RUBEN HUNTER
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"grief does not change you. it reveals you"
this space is here to make the line match up- john green

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xxxxx|| Name || Ruben Fitzpatrick Hunter
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Ben
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || He/him
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xxxxx|| Age || 31
xxxxx|| Sexuality || Pansexualxx
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xxxxx|| Specialty || Doctorxx
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xxxxx|| Height || 6'2"xx
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xxxxx|| Hex || #0C5763xx

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xxxxx|| the doctor is in! || extensive medical knowledge
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xxxxx|| master of none || broad range of skills, but far from a specialist in any of them
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xxxxx|| laser focus || when he's on the job, good luck getting him away from whatever he's focused on
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xxxxx|| sleep is for the weak || he's a chronic insomniac and often only sleeps for two hours a night, if he's lucky
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xxxxx|| macgyver || he's a pro at figuring out how to use ordinary things in unorthodox ways to get what he needs to get done, done
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xxxxx|| shellshock || when he does sleep, it's tormented by nightmares, leaving him more exhausted than if he hadn't slept at all
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Most people only ever see Ruben on a surface level. He’s one of those people on the station that everyone knows. If they’ve been sick, if they’ve been hurt, or if they’ve ever needed a medical exam, there’s a strong chance they saw him. When he’s on the job, he’s calm and level-headed, with a sense of humour that occasionally rears its head. He’s got a way with patients, where they don’t seem to kick off quite as much when they’re around him, and tend to talk about what’s on their mind a little more openly.

But while his patients know him and trust him, when you see him away from the infirmary, there’s something else in him. A weariness he holds in his whole body and in his face and that can’t be solely attributed to his chronic insomnia. Countless rumours surround him, about why he has that hollow look in his eyes, why he never sleeps, why he seldom talks about his personal life. Most of them are sympathetic, but not all. He also knows about most of them. Maybe if he had more energy, he’d rebuke the more unflattering of them. Controls of prescription drugs on the ship are far too tight for him to be able to siphon any for himself, to start with. But he just accepts them. Whenever someone asks him about them, he’ll just say that they’re not true. When they ask him what he thinks, he just shrugs, but the look on his face usually gives it away somewhat. The ones he finds amusing earn a wry smile. The ones that sting earn a deepening of that sadness that lives in his eyes.

Once upon a time, Ruben was someone different, and that old person still appears from time to time. It’s the quirky, outgoing, lively soul that he was before the accident. Professionalism stops this person from coming out at work, but those who really know him know that he’s a little... well, a little weird, in the best way possible. He’s got a knack for coming up with the strangest of party games that always end up being a ridiculous amount of fun. He doesn’t care what people think about him, and that gives him a freedom that makes him almost infectious to be around. This side of him rarely shows itself nowadays; but it’s there.

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Ruben had a pleasant childhood. But pleasant is all it could be described as. Ruben's intelligence was clear from a very young age. This meant, however, that his fate was decided for him. In the town he grew up with, the smart kids were destined to either be a doctor or an engineer. It was decided that Ruben would be a doctor, and that was that. The fact that Ruben had other interests and might have wanted to follow other paths was irrelevant. Thankfully, for him, the career path actually somewhat appealed to him. Maybe it was because he couldn't consider anything else.

He excelled in college. He was smart enough and enough of a hard worker to do well in his classes, and he was moderately popular. It felt like he’d finally found his place in the world. He graduated not quite at the top of his class, but damn near it, meaning that he had his choice of residencies. He could have had a cushy, easy residency, but he chose to go into emergency medicine.

Again, he excelled here. He thrived on the adrenaline rush and the variety of emergency medicine. He felt at home in the hospital. He made friends, he had relationships, he thought that his life was laid out in front of him. They gave him a job there once he finished his residency. And then it happened. The official line was that it was a freak accident... but entire hospitals don’t burn down that easily. It had to be deliberate. Ruben had switched shifts, and so wasn’t working that night. But when he heard it, he still went running in to help. He ran into the building to help over and over and over, until he could barely breathe from the smoke and had burns all over his hands, and even then he had to be held back. The people he’d called his friends and considered his family were gone.

After that, he needed a fresh start. When he was in the city, it felt like all he could smell was the smoke. He needed to get as far away as possible. And so, he applied, and accepted the job on The Lullaby.

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So begins...

Ruben Hunter's Story

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Character Portrait: Sylvan Webb Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Danielle Kroh Character Portrait: Nikos "Greenhorn" Morgan Character Portrait: Ruben Hunter Character Portrait: 'Wrench' Sari
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MILES CAAL
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2342-12-31, Pax’s exosphere


The Lullaby was floating along in the upper regions of the atmosphere, where it almost always was. In years past, there were other ships nearby, or on standby, but decades of nothing happening makes people get complacent. So the crew sat, going through basic daily duties that, by this point, likely felt like nothing more than busy-work. It was like they were chipping through an ice block, but every piece they chipped off was frozen right back onto the thing. It never ended, never became a satisfying job. They just floated right beneath open space and pretended they were doing something important. They hadn’t had any word from their superiors in a while, but that wasn’t unusual really. They never received new orders, and unless their logs contained anything troublesome the brass usually just left them alone outside of routine inspections.

So they took orders from an AI. Captain was a brilliantly programmed one, though. She was programmed to be fair (but firm), and not to watch the crew in the bathroom or their quarters. Human crewmates take their privacy very seriously, after all.

Miles Caal was one of those aforementioned human crewmates, though he didn’t mind Captain so much as some of the others did. Truthfully, he was rather fond of her, and liked tinkering into her coding whenever he got the chance. No ill intentions, promise, he just liked to see what made her tick. She was one finely programmed artificial intelligence, and he couldn’t think of much he wouldn’t do to get his hands on just a piece of that source code… Got his heart racing just thinking about it.

Of course, he was too busy looking busy and not getting in more trouble with the Alliance to actually try to do anything more than just poke in and take a look or two.

It was early afternoon, and Miles was taking inventory on their food stores, just like Captain had asked him to do.

”Hey, Captain, when was the last time we had a ration shipment?” Miles spoke aloud, kind of just out into the air. Generally speaking, she would hear you no matter where in the ship you were. Miles waited a moment for a reply, and then he heard.

”Approximately 61 Earth rotations.”

Miles frowned, that was too long. ”Do you know if there’s one scheduled soon?”

”I’m sorry, I haven’t received any word about ration shipments. I will make an inquiry.”

”Thanks, Captain.” His voice was warm and familiar, as if he was speaking to an old friend, and not an AI. He grinned at no-one and nothing in particular and added, ”I don’t know what we’d do without you.” But the moment he turned back to his notes, his face soured again. The rest of the crew probably already knew they were quickly running out of food, but he figured they needed to be told that there wasn’t any word on getting more. So he set out to find the others. It wasn’t a big ship, so it shouldn’t take too long.

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Ruben had taken the job on the Lullaby for a change of pace. But he had to admit that he hadn't expected such a dramatic change. In his old life, he'd barely had a minute to eat or drink, and just enough time to breathe. And he'd liked that. He'd liked to be busy. Now... things couldn't have been different.

He looked up from his book as the patient on the couch stirred. "Hey. Not so fast, now," he said, as they began to try and sit up.
"Wha.... what happened, doc?"
"You took one look at the needle and flaked straight out. Don't worry, I used the opportunity to take your blood samples while you were out, so no more needles," Ruben said. "How are you feeling?"
"Yeah... okay. Bit groggy."
"Here." Ruben handed them a cup of water. "Drink this. It'll help."

Once the patient was recovered and had left, Ruben discovered he had yet another empty spot in his diary. So he laid back in his chair and began to flick through his novel again. He'd only brought so many books with him, and he'd read almost all of them at least twice. He'd only had so much baggage allowance, and he'd thought that surely he'd be able to get his hands on more once he was up here. However, his stockpile of medical supplies was depleting at a concerning rate, and he hadn't heard any promise of any more to come. If he couldn't get what he actually needed, then he doubted he had any hope of decent reading material. And so, he would just have to stay rereading the same seven books, over and over, until the end of time, until things changed. He wasn't going to hold his breath, though, so he was just glad that he'd brought good books.

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