Outlaws lists all relevant cortex entries of Society sub section found in the Library main section of the Cortex.
Collection Details
A total of 22 cortex entries make reference to the Outlaws.
The following Cortex Entries tell about the Outlaws and how they operate and what they do as a Faction.
Ballad of the Bullet Mires (1)
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Eight bullets left had Gira Cage when lost to Outlaw fires.
And eight bullets was all it took down in the Bullet Mires.
Gira Cage had flown out one dark and dismal day.
To gather some supplies she saw along the way.
When bullets fired from down below shot her from the sky.
And she fell into the marshes, where she was sure to die.
Down down down she went… in the bullet mires.
Ballad of the Bullet Mires (2)
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Ballad of the Bullet Mires (3)
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Cage, she heard him coming, and crawled behind a stone.
Her side was torn and bloody, her leg with broken bones.
She counted out her bullets, she barely had a round.
Eight bullets 'tween her and the black funeral mound.
Down down down she went… the bullet mires.
Ballad of the Bullet Mires (4)
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Hatch's Gang of Seven, well, they moved in for the kill.
But Gira Cage was waiting with patience and her skill.
Though they fired a thousand times, they never hit their mark.
While Cage's aim was deadly true and sent them to the dark.
Down down down they were… in the bullet mires.
Ballad of the Bullet Mires (5)
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One by one those Outlaws fell, 'til only Hatch remained
With hellfire from both his guns, and bombs that spewed out flame
And when the Outlaw stopped to shout his glee all the while
Cage delivered her last bullet into his Outlaw smile.
Eight bullets left had Gira Cage when lost to Outlaw fires
And eight bullets was all it took down in the bullet mires.
Outlaws (1)
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Outlaws are hardened, violent criminals who were cast out of society because they threatened public safety and security. Once exiled, they must attempt to survive outside city walls without armor or weapons. This practice has been the subject of much debate, though scarce resources and concerns over violent crime have provided steady support for forced exile.
Outlaws (2)
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Say a man has slain his kin in cold blood. What are the rest of us to do? Isolate him? Provide him with meat and grains that we risk our lives for? If we cannot trust him to live peacefully within our walls, then let him survive beyond. Shapers keep him as they see fit, and may he return to us through the great wheel a changed soul.
— From Dialogues
Outlaws (3)
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Banishment is a brutal consequence and the last resort for those ruthless few who prove themselves incapable of living within organized society. A final, terrible step that hangs heavily on any who bears the burden of judgment. Yet, some exiles survive. Some even prosper. Now judgment must reflect the fact that the banished may find a place among the outlaws and continue their crimes.
— Commander Vule, Fort Tarsis
Icetide is Coming
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Hey, the boss wants everyone to quit with the Icetide crap around camp. Especially the singing. Razorblade Hollis' gang does not do Icetide songs.
Also, whoever keeps leaving the creepy little stuffed korox around, just stop already. First of all, nobody's bringing a bunch of outlaws presents. And second, the whole idea that a miniature korox is always watching what you do and reporting to some higher gift-authority is disturbing. Who comes up with this stuff?
New Plan, People:
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With the cold coming, a lot more traffic will be heading to and from Heliost. Most bands would take this opportunity to hit as many striders as possible, but most outlaws, as you know, are idiots.
We will ignore the strider tracks and go straight for the loading docks. With so many new people coming and going from the city, no one will even notice us. We walk in the front gate, unload cargo straight into our own strider, and leave with no one the wiser.
I want everyone cleaned up and looking respectable. We start when the frost hits.
Post-op Report
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Nice work on the first heist, people. Everyone except for Chaingun Morro did a great job of blending in, and we got the strider out with only a small complication caused by Chaingun screaming like a terrified child and throwing a crate at a bunch of Sentinels as we left. That crate comes out of your cut, Chaingun.
The bad news is that most of the loot seems to be Icetide decorations. We'll get in touch with some Regulators and find someone to buy all this seasonal crap.
Memo
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Round Two
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Team Report
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Good news first: The Sentinels never suspected a thing. Two of them even wished us a happy Icetide as we left with the goods. Even Chaingun didn't screw things up.
Now for the bad news: We got fifty-seven crates of Icetide sweaters. The boss is… not happy. Nobody mention snowflakes around camp for a few days. Or maybe years. Look, the timeline isn't important— Not getting shot because the boss is starting to lose it is what matters here.
Anyway, good work. We'll get drinks to celebrate—just don't tell the boss.
Change of Plans
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Listen up, people:
We can't stop grifting Icetide crap, fine. That time of year, I guess. Rather than fight the season, we're gonna run with it. If we're going to steal Icetide stuff anyway, we might as well get all of it. Every. Last. Bit.
Everybody grab an Icetide sweater. We're going back to Heliost.
Status Report: Icetide Heist
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So, the third trip into Heliost was a resounding success. The ugly sweaters were a surprisingly good disguise. We got a shipment of greeting cards, a couple-dozen crates of baked snacks from Antium, a crate of imported cheese, a whole lot of moonshine (we're keeping close tabs on that, so don't even think about it) and a bunch of kids' toys. Yes, you can help yourself to those.
Special thanks to the guys who stayed up all night painting the damned strider yet again. You'll be getting the first of the moonshine.
One Last Time
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Success!
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That last heist cleaned Heliost completely out of seasonal holiday stuff. Everyone's done a great job. Special thanks to Chaingun Morro for actually sneaking into the Sentinel barracks to steal their Icetide ornaments. That was a thing of beauty. The boss is so happy, we're not only passing around the moonshine, we're breaking open that crate of baked snacks.
Everyone keep their distance from the boss, though. He's not in a shooting mood, but he's way too happy. Like, giddy? It's creeping people out, and I'm not dealing with any more crying outlaws.
Icetide Celebrations?
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Reports from Heliost
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So… uh… I guess the festivities are still going? Our contact inside the walls took two hours to answer our radio call because she was out caroling. So that happened.
The boss might be having a breakdown. I'm gonna talk to him, and if anybody hears missile fire coming from the office just… run, maybe.
Still Alive!
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Okay everyone, I talked to the boss and I'm not dead! So tell Chaingun to stop going through all my stuff.
I'm 95% sure the boss has just snapped. I found Razorblade Hollis in his office just… staring at nothing. Wearing an Icetide sweater. After a few awkwardly silent minutes he said, "Well, shit, we're putting everything back."
So… yeah. That's our plan now, I guess? I'm not sure if we need to put the sweaters back on for this. Maybe? Just grab one to be on the safe side.
Sentinels (Outlaw Correspondence: Icetide)
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Hey everyone, one last update:
Nice work getting everything loaded and unloaded so fast! It seems like the Sentinels aren't chasing us, which is good. Whoever gave the little stuffed korox to the boss: That was a smart move. He seems much calmer now. If someone could keep an eye on the weather, that'd be great. I don't know about the rest of you, but I am all Icetided-out. I could use some sun.