Little is known of the early life of Abrams Hap. Most of his story, that is accepted as truth, comes from those souls who on occasion have crossed his path. Abrams was born in 3270 on Capitol, an Earth-like moon orbiting a class III gas giant in the Achenar system. At some point in his later teen years Abrams moved out of his family home, with the belief he would forge his own place in the cosmos. Abrams chose the moon Emerald, another Earth-like world though orbiting the planet Jade in the Cemiess system, to be his new home. He arrived on Emerald a vagabond and penniless. Word is, Abrams was drawn to Emerald by its exotic entertainment and all of the beautiful women known to frequent that world. Being drawn to beautiful women appears to be a constant in the tales of Abrams Hap. He is said to be charming and kind. Yet very direct, with unfettered ambition. Attributes of which, when mixed with his fancy for the opposite sex and thrill seeking nature, have gotten Abrams into many fantastic and dangerous situations alike. 

Friends of Abrams say he quickly made a respectable living teaching the fighting arts that were passed onto him by his father. Eventually contracting out his services as a personal bodyguard, once his talents became known. Not surprisingly, the majority of Abrams' clients were pulchritudinous and wealthy women of status and influence.

Those closest to Abrams say his father was a coveted Imperial Strategist, and of old money pedigree. Abrams' mother is know to have been an emissary from Earth when she met Abrams' father at an Imperial banquet on Capitol. Her beauty is remembered to be almost unimaginable. She allegedly turned every head, and silenced the string quartet, as she entered the Imperial banquet that far off night. Their courtship is an epic story of its own. 

Shortly after Abrams turned twenty, he cut his ties to Emerald and volunteered for a humanitarian organization called the Galactic Relief Group. The GRG took Abrams to the most troubled hotspots in the galaxy. Time and time again he witnessed how the defenseless were preyed on by the capable, the weak crushed by the strong. People who worked with Abrams at the GRG say he was a thoughtful idealist who wanted to help people in need, throughout the galaxy. However, witnessing one atrocity after another began to change him. Abrams started speaking on the need to protect. Saying there are times when violence must be met with violence. Especially when faced by unconscionable foes who are strengthened by their disdain for the ideals of thoughtful hearts. The other volunteers listened to Abram, but felt helpless themselves.    

On the first of July in the year 3291, shortly after Abrams turned 21, he acted on a plot he had been planning for months. His stage was an old abandoned outpost named Hooligan's Folly.

Here are the events that are known to be fact. In the months leading up to the climax of his plan. Abrams put word out that Hooligan's Folly was a mom and pop family owned operation, that was utilizing the secluded settlement as a temporary transfer depot for black market Void Opals. Abrams made it known that the outpost had little to no security in place so as not to draw any undue attention from the system authorities. Word reached the Brigands Hand Mafia, a lawless faction trying to make a name for itself. The site was unoccupied, due to its degradation, and perfect for what Abrams felt needed to be done. 

The week before the incident Abrams stole an Imperial Cutter, and several tons of explosives, from the GRG. He flew the Cutter to an icy ring of a gas giant in a neighboring system. Once there he mined around 200 tons of Void Opals, valued at around 320 million credits in that day. Abrams then rigged the bottom interior of each Void Opal container with the explosives. Abrams placed the cargo in a seemingly covert location at Hooligan's Folly, so they would appear to have been intentionally hidden. The Brigand's Hand Mafia were a bit disappointed to find that the occupants of the settlement had fled prior to their arrival. However, they found the Void Opal containers easy enough.

Abrams admits he watched from an outcrop of rocks, as the Brigand's Hand Mafia joyfully loaded the Void Opals onto several small and medium sized ships. He waited patiently as they began to launch randomly up into the void. The blackened star kissed sky was filled with the brightness of a dozen fireballs as Abrams clicked the switch of the detonator. A multitude of burning embers, trailed by smoke, arched as they fell to the world below. As did the asperations of the Brigand's Hand Mafia.

The Galactic Relief Group openly rebuked Abrams' actions as abhorrible. He was detained, and the system authorities summoned. The GRG did not need any retaliatory blowback from outlaw factions. Nor could they afford the sincerity of their mission being tainted. A crowd gathered near the landing pad as Abrams was escorted to the system authority ship. When Abrams glanced at the crowed he expected to be met with looks of disappointment and anger. Instead he observed subtle smiles and head nods, from more than a few. It was around that point that man made eye contact with Abrams and yelled "I'd hire you to cover my six. You aren't meant for the GRG bro. Start a protect outfit. Ha! Call it Killco!" As Abrams entered the airlock he heard a woman answer the man, saying "He killed a host of men, call him Killco!" The door to the ship closed behind him, and the sounds of the crown were replaced by the buzz of engine thrusters.

Following his release from the detention ship, Astur's Vault, Abrams took a shuttle back to the moon world of his birth. Capitol, the jewel of the Empire. When Abrams exited the shuttle he was greeted at the landing pad by an Imperial Navy Wing Captain. The man introduced himself by his call sign, DDastardly00. Though Dastardly had done his research and instantly recognized Abrams, he approached Abrams asking if he was the one they call Killco. Abrams did not have an opportunity to ask how he heard that name, before Dastardly invited him to join his wing. Abrams replied, "The Imperial Navy? Okay". Before the sun had set, Abrams had signed all the military forms. He was now a commander in the Imperial Navy. Abrams was 21 years old. Upon his arrival to his wing, Abrams was issued the 37th Imperial Eagle in the fleet. A fast and nimble combat ship. Abrams Hap was assigned his designated moniker, call sign Killco37.

Abrams quickly climbed the ranks of the Imperial Navy, earning Noble Titles along the way. During his time in service he led commanders through unforgettable soul-testing experiences and countless engagements filled with harrowing encounters. Yet even in the deadliest combat situations, the lessons of his humanitarian work bore fruit. At the heart of this story lies a paradox: sometimes you have to be strong to do good, but you also have to do good to be strong. The heart and the fist together, are more powerful than either one alone.

At the start of the year 3305, Abrams left the Imperial Navy having earned the Title of King. Dastardly followed suit soon thereafter. A now 35 year old Abrams, became a freelance pilot. He contacted his services out to whoever and wherever he chose. Yet his heart remained loyal to the Empire, through and through.

Abrams and Dastardly remained the best of friends. They each made their first billion credits together, mining the pristine belts of worlds secreted throughout the bubble of human space. Though he was a King of Nobility amongst the Empire, Abrams felt his Title was meaningless and hollow. The Nobles had no real power or influence to protect the Empire. There was no unity of effort, or voice from the Nobles, serving the security, prosperity, and advancement of their glorious Empire. Not since Emperor Henson Duval disbanded the ruling council in the year 2296, had the Nobles had a voice. Abrams thought to himself, 1009 years was long enough. The Council must return.

Within weeks of leaving the Navy, Abrams and Dastardly set roots in the LP 583-82 system. They began to recruit like minded commanders of Noble Title who were loyal to the Empire. The revenant Imperial Council of Nobles, and the ICON Squadron, were reborn. In no time ICON seized control of the system. As they continued in duty, ICON expanded their presence into 16 more.
 
In the year 3307 the Council hierarchy, known as the Inner Circle of Nobles, bestowed Abrams Hap to be the Chancellor of the Imperial Council of Nobles. In service to the Emperor and Empire. With the heart or by the fist...