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Double Trouble waits alone at the spaceship's window for their first look at space. They've been hidden in one guise or another among the trainees. For this they snuck away from all the others (easily, elegantly) to be in their base form, clawed hands touching the glass.
They have been observing the Fright Zone from within, how the children are trained for service in space. Those who would be crew are under the guidance of one who will be their captain. Captain and mother figure, once the trainees brought in as children are bodily old enough for a ship and their minds shaped to regress. The philosophy was evident, that the mother-captain's guiding of crew not be gentle. Life on the space lanes was not, nor the mind-bending mystery of the endless dark outside.
Space is dramatic, deepest black, with the dots of moons and the gleam of their home planet below. Double Trouble feels outer space as immense, and beautiful. They're (perhaps, slightly) queasy, a little ways off balance. But that is nothing like the madness that takes so many at the sight. Double Trouble can be captain, crew, or child-minded as they wish, trying on all possible roles.