NAME: Nimbinid Belrut 

YEAR: 4679 

LOG: 21

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"Today, I was visited by the most pretentious person I have ever met in my life. I was gergling ways to exorcise the recent guest, when suddenly a civilian ship with call signs from Alacore, Neopolis, Hyperbrasil, Thresher territories, and a few polities in the far east docked in unauthorized. I examined the security camera footage of the docking, watching as the occupants of the ship came out with their hands up, claiming to have mistook my ship for a hotel (the actual system hotel is still being repaired.) I thought this was just gonna be a one-off, when an actual creature of a man emerged, wearing a large powdered wig, an extremely baroque set of clothing, and black shoes bulging from what I assume to be gout. He was followed by an entire private string quartet, who did not have to do anything since a disembodied rendition of a racing song was already playing in his presence. I watched in horror as the man demanded to complain to "da manager", a situation which would have been a disaster for me if Theron didn't take the fall for me. What happened next can only be described as a slew of arbitrary complaints regarding the services our "hotel" had provided him. He didn't just mistake our clearly military ship for a hotel, he insisted it was one. Anyways, he's staying for free at the detention center because he threw a teacup at a guard, prompting his fed-up string quartet to hijack his ship and take off in the midst of the chaos, stranding the fucker here."

"After consoling poor Theron (who seemed oddly amused at the situation), I was visited by Clemens again, who applauded my inability to take bribes, and that he finally got closure with the King. He won't be leaving anytime soon he tells me, he likes it in this cold and inhospitable system and now owns a cabin on one of the rocky worlds, where he plans on farming space potatoes for the foreseeable future. Scarlet visits him occasionally to get away from life, but other than that, Clemens is completely isolated from everything. Isn't it ironic, seeking refuge from the horrors of the past by means of a ghost of it? Better than what I've got at least. I think I'll try to figure out Barry to get my mind off of it all, he seems to be a piece of work."