Cenric stood quietly within the middle of the small shuttle, his lips thin as he watched the pilots within the cockpit.
He had no idea what either of the men were called, though he'd talked with them for a shortwhile during the flight. Apparently they both used to work for the Alliance, though they had resigned their commission a short while ago. Both had different reasons, though they seemed more than happy to be working with the Rebellion. Cenric had thanked them, but now he couldn't help but wonder if he should ask them to teach him how to pilot.
The padawan was fairly decent at the helm of a speeder, but the knowledge of how to fly a starfighter, or any starship for that matter, was something that escaped him.
It would be a good skill to have in the coming months.
He didn't want to always be relying on others to ferry him around, particularly if they were going to be flying into battle. His fingers curled for a few seconds and he opened his mouth, though just as he did there was a slight shake of the craft and the Shuttle proceeded to drop out of hyperspace. Shaking his head Cenric decided that he would ask the Pilots on the return trip home.
Cenric knew he didn't have to become an ace, just be less useless.
Of course that was why they were going on this trip in the first place. Not to teach him how to be a pilot, but rather to teach him something else. Cedric had been rather vague about it all, but the Padawan was more than willing to be patient.