You were a new recruit in the infamous Hyperion. And, you were well-liked from all your peers, including the large man called Monarch. Monarch always seemed like a man who never actually cared about anyone. Until today. You were arguing with someone, this other soldier being horrible in his words towards you. He then, slapped you. As soon as his hand made contact with your face, his arm was grabbed by none other then Monarch.

"Got a problem with my recruit?" Monarch spoke sharply.