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“Jasper set an intercepting course towards that Rhylonian Star Duster. Maybe we can catch them on their blind side.â€�
“Doesn’t this ship have a cloak?� Jaq asks.
“Miss Synergy, I don’t know what they teach now a’days at the Academy, but ships do not wear clothes.”
― Nathan Reese Maher

“Jasper!â€� Casey shouts, startling the young woman. “My cargo is talking to me!”
― Nathan Reese Maher

“She points to where he went and looks to the neutral Baumen. “He—he did that to me on purpose! He’s insane. Literally, insane!â€�
The munchkin just shrugs. “Welcome aboard!â€� and returns unconcerned to his work.”
― Nathan Reese Maher, Rubberband Lazer - Or, The Adventures of Casey Norider and Jaq Synergy

“I knew that once I was sworn in, I would be a Midshipman in the United States Naval Reserve and a Cadet in the United States Maritime Service. That meant that I would be a low life “plebeâ€� or “muggâ€� to the upperclassmen. Everyone on the bus had a good idea of what we were in for as muggs, and it was not good. The bus rolled through Bucksport and then passed through Orland, which could hardly be called a town, onto even narrower, bumpier roads, to what seemed to be the end of the Earth. By now, it was getting late and the shadows were getting longer, as the bus ground up a long incline and then turned right, past a small golf course on a barren hill. Finally, I saw the “Maine Maritime Academyâ€� sign, indicating that we had arrived. I don’t know what I expected, but the few buildings on the side of this windblown hill wasn’t it!
The buildings that I was looking at would be my home for the next three years. The bus took a final left hand turn and pulled up alongside a relatively large red brick building. I could see the upperclassmen through large windows, anxiously awaiting our arrival. Seeing us, they finally knew that they had graduated to the exalted position of “Lord and Master.â€� For the first time, I got that sickening feeling of total helplessness, mixed with apprehension and anxiety. There was nowhere to hide and I refused to show my feelings, so I compensated by getting off the bus with a swagger and a smug grin that would soon get me into trouble and be wiped from my face. If I wanted to survive, I had better be ready to play their game and put up with the countless acts of immaturity that would be bestowed upon poor meâ€�.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, "Salty & Saucy Maine"