"Papa?"
The little girl peeked out of her home and called out to the man who lay outside, unmoving. She cautiously approached and examined him. He had so many wounds all over his face and body, he was almost unrecognizable except to her. She recognized his clothes, even though they were covered in dirt and blood.
"Papa!" She fell on her knees and shook his lifeless body. All around her, blaster shots were fired back and forth. Her own death loomed closer, but it didn't matter. She just wanted papa to wake up.
One of the raiders saw the little girl and had a menacing grin on his face. He was the same Weeqay who had dumped the corpse of Hal'Sted, the little girl's papa. Unbeknownst to her, Hal'Sted was not her father. He was a Siniteen slaver who had taken her away from her people, and the raider who dumped his body worked for a Rattataki warlord who considered Hal'Sted an enemy. She was only an infant then; she wouldn't have known any of these things.
She was older now, but a child she was still. She still didn't know any better as this raider approached, all malice and cruelty in his eyes and his smile. Wide-eyed and frightened, the child looked up at him. She didn't know what to do. Screaming, she closed her eyes and pushed her hands forward to the air. To both their surprise, it worked. The Weeqay was forcefully thrown backward and was knocked out cold.
From the opposite corner, a man had witnessed all that unfolded. He had been fending off the raiders by himself, wielding his lightsaber and using the Force to aid him. He was dealing with a couple of Weeqays when he saw the helpless little girl. He didn't think he'd make it in time to help her.
It seemed she didn't help after all.
The man looked pleased to see how she fended off her attacker. The child was Force-sensitive, just like him. He took care of his own opponents and ran toward her to help fend off the rest of the raiders. She was afraid of him at first, clutching onto the corpse of Hal'Sted like a lifeline. Eventually, she realized the man with the buzzing green weapon had not come to hurt her, but to help her.
This was the earliest memory of Asajj Ventress.