Carvis let out a soft hiss, dropping his head as if in submission. There was no way around it. In active territory, a full test was needed. Raising his gaze to the monitor, he clutched the controls.
	"[color=71eeb8]Alright Zi-Ro, hit it,[/color]" he commanded with a pensive tone.
	The fins on the great beast's tail unfurled, as a set of compressor like extensions enveloped themselves over Carvis's external prostheses. He clenches his fists as the pressure against ganglial nerve bundles rose. Reaching out with a left hand, he pressed in a round button, which raised the indicator for the local radar. The mixed interface for both visual and tactile information flooded his mind. He could feel the presence of every other Dragon and craft imaging system in the bay pressed on his mind. The phantom sights of the side facing eyes on Zi's head flickered in and out of his mind.
	But this was only the beginning. He needed to run the full range, which meant amping up the radar integration to the proverbial eleventh degree. The radar of every unit in range was tapped, hijacked by the AION, and slid into passive activation. The sensory strain on the Uplift was nearing pain, crippling in its intensity. The world pulsed around him as he let out a scream. Only when it became excruciating did he deactivate the system. The connection disengaged, leaving the reptile panting. If he were a human, he'd be coated in sweat. As his senses reeled, Carvis felt the buzz of the AION in the back of his mind.
	'[color=fff200]Is the test adequate? Are you harmed Pilot?[/color]
	 [color=9e0b0f]Is the test adequate? Are you harmed Pilot?[/color]'
	"[color=71eeb8]Alright... I'm alright... disengage.[/color]"
	A moment later, and the Uplift emerged, tilting his head up as he heard the PA system blare to life.
[color=9e0039]"Attention: all Pilots, proceed to Situation Room A for briefing. Briefing will start at 1900 hours. Thank you."[/color]
	Carvis rolled his shoulders. He had about an hour to kill. After that much of an intensive test, he was headed to the mess hall, then his bunk to blow off steam. The sleek reptile sauntered off, but not before looking back to his Dragon.
	"[color=71eeb8]Standby, alright? We're out of the nest.[/color]"