Greyline

The Greyline are a subculture among the Vey’Zari that emerged from the suffocating grind of syndicate contracts, shifting power balances, and a culture obsessed with adaptation for survival. Rooted in the younger and more disillusioned strata of urban Thauzuno, the Greyline are neither full outcasts nor loyalists—they’re the ones who never bought the old line about loyalty, but never fell enough to live as bottom-scrapers either. Instead, they draw a sharp boundary between “surviving” and “living,” and they’re damn stubborn about not letting themselves get devoured by either side. Greyline types stick together out of necessity, not brotherhood, and most would rather ghost out of a bad situation than die for a cause that never paid out.   Identifiable by understated, color-muted streetwear and the omnipresent signal tags—small grey glyphs sewn into cuffs, hoods, or even skin—the Greyline are known for blending in with syndicate enforcers, civilians, and dissidents alike. But unlike rebels or purists, their ethic isn’t about burning down the system or escaping it: it’s about skimming just enough off the edge to stay viable without getting noticed. They are semi-nomadic, drifting from sector to sector, working low-profile jobs, hustling micro-trades, and running interference for one another when the city’s pressure climbs. Greyline slang leaks into the common tongue as fast as their tech mods hit the black market; everyone steals from them, but no one admits to knowing who’s in and who’s just pretending.   This subculture is almost allergic to dogma. Greyline gatherings aren’t rallies, but low-key signal pings—coded meetups, shared stims, and unspoken agreements that nobody’s anybody’s savior. Their core value is “don’t die for another’s story”—a principle that sounds selfish but is, in context, pure survival wisdom. They distrust heroics, abhor martyrs, and refuse the ceremonial baggage of either the syndicates or the old clans. Outsiders often miss them entirely, and that’s the point: to last in Thauzuno, you keep your footprint small, your network tight, and your allegiance negotiable. The only thing Greyline ever truly rally around is the instinct to endure in a city that doesn’t care if you vanish tomorrow.