Moral of the Story

Working as a chef for an organic food catering company hadn’t exactly been what Flynn pictured his 20s would be like but he honestly had no complaints. It was a good, steady job and he had always enjoyed cooking. He hadn’t expected what had originally just been a means of feeding himself to turn into a job but he liked the environment. The kitchen he worked in was nice, he got to try out new recipes and be creative about his cooking and he had always liked the image of people enjoying his work.

Plus, he had great coworkers here and that alone was a good enough reason to stay. It was pretty rare when you got along with the majority of your peers.

Galaxy Lyra: Living the Dream

Tugging at his uniform collar, Flynn Yi stared eagerly up at the military crest set up against the wall before him. It was overwhelming, big enough to easily fit fifty men across it. A golden lyre rested neatly in the arm of a vine, the strings that would normally resonate such a lovely tune were instead replaced by four lines of stars – one for each planet in the galaxy they governed over. It was a symbol of unity; it was a symbol of peace.

To Flynn, it was a symbol of his accomplishment.