"Up you vermin, you filth, you less than worthless beings!"
Spirit Tiger lazily rolled out of his bed and received a swift kick to his abdomen from the giant man. He doubled over and the man leaned down to look at him.
"You swine! When I say move, you move, in the name of He on the Golden Throne!"
Spirit Tiger coughed up blood and wiped some from the corner of his mouth, then stood, using pure strength of will to prevent himself from vomiting. He glared at the man and wished he would die, but then he remembered what he was there for and he calmed down.
The man turned to the side and Spirit Tiger saw that the whole left side of his face was nothing but metal and wiring. The man cleared his throat and addressed the many other seven year olds gathered there.
"My name is Seyal Caustan. I am the Master Instructor Sergeant of the holy legion of the Imperial Tigers. You will refer to me as Instructor Sergeant, and nothing else. Am I understood?"
The potential recruits nodded and shuffled quietly, which severely angered Sergeant Seyal. He growled in his chest and roared, then picked up one of the recruits by the throat.
"I said, am I understood?!"
The recruits yelled in affirmation and Sergeant Seyal released the recruit he was holding.
"Excellent. From this moment on, you will live, breath, eat and sleep at my command. I will push you to the limits of your physical endurance, and your sanity. There is no guarantee you will live each day, but for those of you who do, I have one message: welcome to the Imperial Tigers."