Within the archives of the Coalition of Unified Planets lie tactical and cultural data files for all member races. These files assist ambassadors and delegates from various racial factions to facilitate peaceful trade and defense. Every aspect of a society is recorded factually, with every new faction or significant cultural event archived for posterity. In all of these chronicles, drawn together in painful detail, there exists no evidence of the Piz'ki'ek.

After the destruction of the surface of Girmin Prime, the Gik grew desperate to find a cure for the ailing planet. Research drawn from Human horticultural studies indicated the need for natural fertilizers to assist in the re-growth of plants and grass. Since no indigenous lifeforms remained alive on Girmin Prime to create these fertilizers, one had to be made. The Piz'ki'ek were mass produced, and despite the fact that few Gik are allowed to walk the planet, the slaves of this world would be allowed to roam free.

Each well inhabited Piz'ki'ek mound towers hundreds of meters high, pulsating madly with the bustle of activity. Thousands of drones swarm eagerly to serve the Queen of the mound until a Gik arrives to collect them. Collection of slaves from a mound is tricky, requiring talented psionicists to perform dozens of risky catches a day. The best of these hunters may even retrieve a Queen on a good day. When a hive member is taken from the Queen, they are "tricked" by their captors. The unwitting Piz'ki'ek are made to believe that their new master is the Queen, and the quiet whispers of the Queen are to be followed as always. If a Piz'ki'ek is told to sit until it dies, it will do so as though it's Queen's life depended upon it.

Numerous strains of insects were generated, genetically groomed, and set free to build mounds across Girmin trol were required to ensure another disaster wouldn't happen on Girmin Prime. Thanks to the genius of the Om'as'hadas, the Piz'ki'ek function under constant psionic and genetic control, even while sitting unattended. Each Piz'ki'ek is created flawed, deficient of a chemical they need for basic life sustaining function. This chemical is engineered into a patch of "hair" implanted into the scalp of any Gik slaver, which grows at a rate consistent with the need of the slaver to feed his property. If a Piz'ki'ek goes for a duration of time without consuming a single strand of this material it will collapse and rapidly degenerate into a pool of steaming goop. Supplements can be purchased to feed large amounts of slaves, saving wealthy Gik from being at the mound all day. The only way to keep massive amounts of Piz'ki'ek alive without the need to feed them is by having a Queen. Her webbing contains the mineral needed for the hive’s survival when Gik are not present to supply suppliments.

Queen Piz'ki'ek rule the same as any other insect would, through the mind of the hive. Queens are massive. They lay dozens of eggs a day, and are capable of spawning other Piz'ki'ek. Queens cannot cre- ate other Queens, but may build hives of their own any- where they see fit without the need of supplements from Gik masters. Each Piz'ki'ek serves the Queen, feeding upon her webbing as needed, keeping the bustle and flow of an ever expanding mound active and alive. The Queen herself works amidst the madness, crawl- ing about the walls of the mound, placing new eggs amongst the uncountable nooks and crannies.

The Piz'ki'ek are a tri-fold paradox of Girmin Prime. They stand as the last hope of the Gik to save their world and as a cornerstone of Gik commerce, yet they have no control over their own destiny. Even the Coalition does nothing to free them, so for now the Piz'ki'ek continue to serve.