His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Smoot; Commander Sir Judder Man©

The child lay there in the street, bleeding and wet from the permanent rain. He looked down the street into the shadows at the approaching figure with hope in his eyes and thought of the Palace he had just escaped from.
The burning rubble was still lying around him while he thought of the beautiful gardens, with exotic plants from all corners of the Universe. His rooms, so many rooms, everything he could ever want was his within every, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious room.
His mother's memory moved before his eyes, her beautiful figure, so warm and soft and always smelling so good. How he missed his mother now.
Through the memory the figure strode, splitting the vision like mist. He stood above the child and slowly looked down at the helpless figure.
“You’re family is dead”
“I know”
“You know why they died”
“Yes”
The barrel of the gun came up in slow motion and the plasma burst took his face clean off.
“Good”
Duke Judder Man© holstered his sidearm and walked away towards his waiting ship.
“Kate, prepare for departure”
“All systems are nominal, Commander. Course laid in”
The remaining tower, the only structure left standing after the intense fire from Codename ‘Kate’, fell in a cloud of debris that covered the body.
A fitting tomb for enemies of the Empire.