Body Snatchers Inc. is a loosely groomed highly versatile goup ex janitors from an old titan that was lost to the shananigans of Mr. X.
Disgruntled by the poor quality in janitorial rights and benifits the mischevious group stole the implants from some VERY inebriated capsuleers and used the combined funds of their 401k's to purchase a fairly unstable reaper.
After years drifting in space making tastless jokes about Amarrian women and thier lack of intelligence due to a society who created there own morale highground via worshipping an invisible omnipotent celestial being and pirating other disgruntled janitors who also failed to find work after thier own beloved vessels were destroyed in acts of severe bravery and stupidity (mostly stupidity). The rambunctious group started running out of the basic neseccities for life to take place, and after starving through a few clones it was decided that some changes had to be made.

First things first, a six pack of quafe had to be always present in the fridge of the vessal.

Next, Plundering digrunteled members of a sister union is unacceptable unless thier bodies are ripe for harvest.

And third, be respectful of the victim while harvesting.

The last moments of a future clone are precious. There last memories need not be that of vulgar memories of incest family members.