Hmm.. while it does cover Shuttle Piloting, I'm not entirely sure it's covered it to an extent that satisfies me enough to pass you.

There's nothing wrong with it, per se, it just needs a little more details. I'd like to see Gurlanin struggle a bit, slowly coming to a realisation similar to, 'hey, it's actually easier if I do this, adjust this, use this,' or something along those lines. Just a bit more detail..

During his extended stay at the Vast Empire Naval Academy, Grent had made it his prerogative to cram as much extra-curricular knowledge and skills as possible. So far, he had been able to persuade one of the Academy shuttle pilots to take the young hopeful on as a trainee. They had flown all over Abrae, including up to some of the VE capital ships in orbit, to pick up supplies and/or transfer students. Today, however, was the result of two months work, using almost ever moment of free time he had to memorise the controls and procedures involved. Today: he would be in control.

"You ready, Gur?" said Petty Officer Mike "Nero" Jones, the shuttle pilot Grent had befriended.
"As ready as I'll ever be," replied a nervous Gurlanin. 

The two men made their way to the shuttle, called "Archangel", and got in: Grent into the pilot's chair, and Nero into the co-pilot's chair. This was not Grent's first time behind the controls. He had flown simulator, and parts of missions. It would, however, be the first time he was in control from beginning to end. His Instructors at the Academy had approved this, much to Grent's surprise: he half expected them to say no. But they'd encouraged him, in fact, and quite happily approved the exercise. So here he was, in the pilot's chair, about to fly a routine supply mission. If anything went wrong, then Nero could take over with minimal disruption.

It was time to fly.

"Academy tower, this is shuttle Archangel. Request permission to commence supply run. Over"
"Archangel, this is Academy tower. Permission granted. Take off clearance approved," came the voice over the radio. Grent was just preparing to respond, when the voice came back, "And good luck out there, Gurlanin."
So they knew. Of course they did: it made sense for them to know. "Roger that, tower. And thanks. Archangel out."
Nero leaned over, "Good. Now comes the tricky part."
"Nah," replied Grent, nervously laughing whilst absolutely petrified within, "The tricky part comes explaining why the gymnasium has a shuttle sticking through its roof."

Nero laughed, which helped put Grent at ease, and assisted Grent in his pre-sortie checks. Once everything was ticked off, Grent began his take off sequence. He turned up the engine power, adjusted the flaps, and checked the repulsors: all was going well so far. They soared up from the open air landing pad, until they were 10 metres clear of the next highest building. Then came the trickiest part: opening the wings. On the TIEs his class were practising on, once they'd taken off they were good to go, and whilst there were some TIEs that did have folding wings, the Academy class didn't have to worry about it just yet. It was just one of many differences between the shuttle and the starfighter, with another one being how heavy handed Grent had to be to control the shuttle. Grent overcame this difference easily, considering that all he had to do was flip a switch, which he did with great dramatical effect, for the benefit of his co-pilot. The wings opened up, and Grent opened the thrusters, powering them forwards. He opened up the navigation charts, so see where the ship they were taking the supplies from. Then angled towards it.

"Let up on the throttle a bit, Gur. This ain't one of your TIEs."

Grent had been so absorbed in flying, he had forgotten that he wasn't in a starfighter, and couldn't go as fast. He eased the throttle back, until the SFS-204 ion engines purred gently. Grent was getting the hang of this.

Unlike the Interceptor, the shuttle was not very aerodynamic, and suffered from turbulence, relying heavily on the repulsors to keep it flying when in the atmosphere of a planet. Grent was struggling with the controls, trying to get the craft to go where he wanted it to, but the shuttle seemed to have a mind of its own, and was constantly veering off to the side, or diving on occasion. Seeing his protégé struggle, Nero reached over, and adjusted some of the controls that dictated the repulsors. The craft stopped vibrating violently, and flew smoothly.

“What did you do?” Grent asked.
“A shuttle’s not as quick as a fighter, nor as agile. As such, you have to change the angle of the repulsors every now and then, so that you’re not fighting the ol’ girl. If she starts to bank, it means the repulsors are too far over one side. Once we get into space, it’s not so much of a problem, until we come into land.”
“Ah, ok. I think I get it.”

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WC:780

I've added an extra bit at the end, detailing Grent struggling with the controls, and finding out how to adjust them properly. Also edited a few grammatical errors, and other issues in the original text.

All of what you said, I thought I'd done. And I was under the impression that the academy was just that: an academy.

P.S.
With most of my focus being on Death, this was only meant to give my character a clear understanding of how to fly a shuttle, so that I could include it later.

P.P.S
Ah, I see.