Uh, oh - double trouble's on the way, and it's got style!
Stylish, sophisticated and ready to sneer in your face if you didn't meet a set of stunningly high standards. Two peas born from (not literally) the same pod, the two esteemed Commanders live the life of inter-galactic luxury - only the best of vintages ever pass those sensual lips, and moment's of pleasure are only partaken of from the finest menu's cooked by mankind. The chefs don't taste too bad either!
Life for the pair started out much like one would expect. A culling here, a show of power there. Nothing alarmingly out of the routine. Both, however, possessed a weakness for things often deemed perhaps unimportant by their brethren. Shawn, more of the planner, had already begun to form an alliance with a man willing, of all things, to send his criminals to an island where they'd be picked off when the need arose. A perfect plan; no longer would he need to hibernate, with the civilisation providing a steady stream of people for his consumption regardless of what rules had to be tweaked for this to work. Better a dictatorship than a culling, which suited Shawn perfectly! It couldn't go more smoothly. Spencer, the more expressive of the two, soon began to follow his lead on another planet - still at this point mind, neither had heard of the other. He soon settled into a comfortable routine aboard his ship, which remained almost constantly in orbit of the populated planet as the finest meal's fit for a king became the centerpiece of many a meeting between his inferiors and allies alike. Not as much of a schemer as Shawn, but certainly willing to use rich goodies to win over the sceptical.
News eventually spread from Hive to Hive of each other's prowess in gaining only the most quality supplies; soon, this also began to expand from just food and drink to even items as well. Anything that showed esteemed craftsmanship and quality was coveted. It was during one such intended meeting that the pair finally came face to face, all thanks to an accident involving a drone and a faulty power supply. With Spencer being the more mobile of the two, Shawn was welcomed aboard for the duration while his ship underwent repairs - both of the same alliance of course. Of course, predictably, the pair soon hit it off. A feast was thrown, organised by the pair working together, and it was a flourishing success. Soon, an alliance within an alliance had formed.
Shawn would make the first move, approaching civilisations with the potential of demanding offerings of both promising living supplies and culinary or artefact delights. Spencer, guns at the ready, would then go about the selection process - anything useless left, and the finest taken into the hold to be divided equally later between the cultured pair. Shawn then would be guns at the ready, happily prepared to cull the place far beyond the terms of the agreement if nothing of any use was found. To my knowledge, they maintain this alliance to this very day. So be careful if your planet has some fancy items or delicious food, you might be in for a visit!