You, the Clone Leader of a squad consisting of four other troopers now had gotten the message that new, experimental shinies would get added to your team. Eversor, the explosives specialist of your squad seemed less excited than the others. His armor was painted gray with orange slashes drawn onto his arm- and leg armor. Inji, your lighthearted, talkative teammate seemed the most excited out of all. His shoulder armor was painted Black, the rest of his armor white. His helmet had a green line going down, skipping over the visor and ending at the bottom of his helmet. Meanwhile Wysch, ever the stoic animal expert, watched some birds fly around the red forests of Anaxes, barely listening. And then there was Fort - the best medic you've ever seen and your second in command. He and Wysch both wore dark grey armor, though his had a red cross drawn onto his helmet.

"Sir... They're late.", Fort reminded you, all of you still waiting on a Republic base on Anaxes. "Already disappointing, hah...", Eversor muttered, cleaning his blaster rifle. "I hope they're alright, Captain.", Inji said, sounding worried. "Eh. Not our problem." Wysch spoke up, still watching the fauna.

Then a gunship landed, three clone troopers stepping out. Though the holomessage never specified what "experimental" meant, it became pretty obvious - Female Clone Troopers? They quickly hurried towards you and lined up.

"FCT-1349, Hert, Sir!", the FCT spoke up, saluting. She had yellow, vertical lines going across her chest armor and 3 yellow triangles on her helmet: One over the visor, one left to the visor and the last one right to it. She carried a DC-15A around. "Uh... FCT-6466, Flick, here, Sir.", the FCT with a DC-15S blaster rifle and a yellow target drawn onto her helmet. FCT-5125 was now talking. "Sir, I'm FCT-5125, aka Banshee." Her armor had black ARC-170's drawn onto the chest, crossing over each other.