A small update on what just happened in Manchester.
Me and Mr Brokenclaw were setting up a tiny little blockade with the intention to pester some targets, when the most interesting thing happened.
My radar went haywire and it could only mean one thing. A nomad entitiy. A very young nomad entity. It seemed that by the time I got the chance to scan it, the damn thing had already entered cloak, before either me or Brokenclaw could get into range.
However.
As we both returned to the lanes, my ship began to take unnecessery manouvers, as if something invisible was ramming into it. And since the contact with the nomad was made only a few moments ago, I did the most sensible thing I could think at the time.