11Scott felt better once he got inside the cockpit of his Battlenaut on the Training Deck. The armor was still new to him, but he felt more at home there than anywhere else on the ship. He felt more at ease piloting the war machine than dealing with unpredictable, pain-in-the-ass human beings.
And the more time he spent inside it, the better he got at handling it. Alone on the Training Deck, he focused on weapons configuration, target practice and basic maneuvers, working to master the voice control interface and eye-movement holo displays. After two hours of putting the Battlenaut through its paces, his confidence level was much higher, his grasp of the armor's capabilities and limitations more complete. It was finally starting to feel like an extension of him, just as his old non-C
