It was said that the buzz of the hive rocked larva to sleep, kept you alive, and kept you sane.
To leave was to die from loneliness or insanity, whichever came first.
The deserts of Anthropa were hospitable to few, but the Thri-Kreen made a living there. Working together, they carved the sandstone into intricate caverns that shielded their exoskeletons from the harsh sun. They dug down where the earth was moist, giving them the water that almost every creature in the galaxy needed. They farmed low-light fungus like the leaf cutter ants of earth as sustenance.
It was a living that few questioned. Questions led to separation led to death.
They traded their water and fungus to those that must travel their desert, making a meager living of trading for that which they did not have. They bought guns for protection from the caravans, leather for their Kank mounts' barding.
Females were regarded highly in the hive, not just vessels for spawn. Their mates doted on them and revered them as higher than themselves, as higher creatures in the pecking order. One female, Mey'luk, was leading a trade with the hyenards. Her mate was not there to protect her when they attacked, stealing the water they offered and killing the simple Thri-Kreen traders. She died before he got to tend to her broken body.
Ignoring the buzz, he left the hive, running the desert until he found the foul beasts that took his mate. He killed them, broke them as they had broken her. When his slaughter was done, the buzz was gone. He was alone.
Doing what no Thri-Kreen had ever done, he left Anthropa, and the world of Animatros. His mission is to hunt down those that seek to break others as they broke his Mey'luk.