Chosen
The Chosen are a religious cult Tribe who were formed by the Guardian (aka Jaffa).
Most of the original members of the Chosen were first members of the Locos. When Zoot is accidentally killed by Lex, a few members leave the Locusts and follow Jaffa to form a new Tribe, in order to continue spreading "Zoot's Will". The Chosen believe that Zoot was a God and, therefore, they try to convert the whole world and force everyone to worship him.
When the Chosen invade the City, they take over the Mall. The Mall Rats are left to choose between joining the Chosen and becoming their slaves. This creates some tension between the members of the Mall Rats who resist and those who decide to give in. After Trudy is sentenced to death and escapes, Tai-San becomes the new Supreme Mother in the hope that she will be able to help The Guardian see reason.
Towards the middle of Series 3, the Chosen are defeated by the Mall Rats with the help of other Tribes. However, the Guardian and his former lieutenant, Luke, both escape right before the Technos invade.
The Chosen's symbol is a red/white hand. They can also be recognized by the blue robes they wear.
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