The emperor of seven galaxies strolls down the hallways of his new space station.
He has no idea of what’s about to hit him.
Behind him is his trusty aid, no harm will come from him.
And no danger lurks on the greeble coated surface of the station.
His doom lies directly below his feet, at one of the many power generators scattered over the station.
Two assassins have blasted their way in, and plan to blow the floor out from under the emperor.
They shot out the security camera.
And killed the guard.
The emperor should savor his last few seconds.
The whole build, with a one stud overhang.