She remembers being scarcely older than seven when she heard of the emperor's demise. Barely a year passed before a new republic fleet appeared over her planet. The New Republic had secretly sent an envoy to spread rebellion among the people, but instead they were turned in by the people themselves. She remembers feeling a little smug when the envoy was sent back to their masters with a message telling them to go to Hell. The Empire wasn't loved on her planet, but they brought employment, and safety from pirates and slavers that use to plague her planet that the Old Republic never lifted a finger to stop. So it was no surprise when her father and all other able bodied men volunteered to help defend their planet from what they knew was going to be an invasion. He had told her that he'd be alright. It had been a total lie, but her childish mind had taken it as undeniable truth.
She doesn't remember much about the events leading up to her mother's death, she remembered leaning out the window as she waited for her mother to finish packing their things (whether they were heading to a transport or a shelter, she doesn't remember), cheering as a column of stormtroopers and a walker marched by, then several red streaks suddenly destroying everything. Flying away from the window, the building shaking, and her mother running towards her, hand outstretched, a feeling of freefall, then nothing.
She didn't know when she woke up. But there was just enough daylight streaming through the cracks of what use to be their apartment building to see her mother's outstretched hand, reaching out from the rubble. For hours she stared while the sounds of battle raged outside. Day eventually turned to night, the flashes of blaster bolts and explosions illuminating her little alcove, before stopping altogether as the next day dawned.
Suddenly the shock wore off and the horror and sadness rushed in like a blaster bolt. She screamed. She cried. She begged her mother to come out of the rubble. She didn't hear the broken wall that had covered her little shelter being moved, or see the red hand that clasped her shoulder. She had turned, feeling hope, thinking that a trooper or officer had found her and would save her and her mother. But to her horror, she saw a twi'lek woman, a New Republic soldier, the people who had destroyed everything, and, as she now realized, killed her mother. No, they weren't going to take her! She kicked and screamed, the alien woman trying to calm her down, she wouldn't be taken, brainwashed by these murderers. Where was her father? Why wasn't he there to save her from the evil people? Her savior came in the form of a blaster bolt slamming into the twi'lek woman's face. More blaster bolts quickly followed and then silence. A dirty frowning helmet replaced the twi'lek woman. She remembers taking the gloved hand and clinging to the trooper who had saved her before seeing the remains of everything she had ever known. Everything was either rubble or a burnt out husk.
After that, she remembers sitting in a cell on a hard bench padded by a thin blanket and a hard pillow. She was confused, wasn't there a cabin she could stay in? What did she do to deserve this treatment? There was too much time to think in that cell, but it was during that time that she fully realized that she was utterly alone, her parents, friends, gone. The grief returned, then came the anger and rage, then came resolve. The New Republic was going pay for destroying her home and family, she wasn't going to let anyone else in the Empire suffer what she did. She would be like the stormtrooper that saved her, ruthless to her enemies, and a savior for those she protected.