Pictures had started to circulate within the GAR. a new task force. a new task force added to the guard. Pictures of the task force had been the real calamity, four clones, based off the black plastoid armor, they where in each photo, sometimes with extremely wanted criminals, sometimes with other clones they had captured or hunted down- sometimes it was worse. a name had spread with the pictures, FEIN. In every photo of the group, each of the four held up their left hand, right hand usually occupied with something, each time they held up the same symbol, across spelling FEIN in basic sign language. it was terrifying, it was intimidating (it was hot). Clones didn't want to step out of line, least they have a vode in all black knocking down their barracks door. After all, no face, no case, and they all shared identical faces