Hera was born on Mandalore, raised among the other younglings she was quite happy often found with Mart. Rumor used to spread among the village that the two would likely wed and bare strong younglings together. Though that would never come to pass. As Mart got older, though he remained protective of her, Mart was training as a warrior with the others, his mind distracted by the war as Hera continued her training and soon he left to serve in the war. She wasn’t as strong or as brave as Mart but she could fight a bit and could hope to care for herself once he was gone. Time soon passed in relative quiet with more and more warriors leaving the village.
It had been nearly a year since the the smugglers and pirates invaded her village. Finding most of their warriors gone and or dead, they made easy work of what was left of the village. She had managed to escape the slaughter hiding in a nearby cave system though was battered and bloody from the ordeal. Many hours later after the sun had set, she could still see the glow from the village, creeping back she was met with nothing but the remains of her village, all dead. Fearing the return of the pirates and smugglers she fled the planet though over the course of the year found that Mandalorians weren’t welcome near anywhere.
Any place she settled she had to remain in hiding or risk being run out or attacked, her grip on Galactic basic was weak at best and it made it painfully obvious she was a Mandalorian when she would answer in Mandoa. For the near year of her life she spent it on the run, hopping planets scrimping and scrounging for survival before landing on Viscara. She was surprised to hear she had to earn her shuttle pass to the planet, but at least she wasn’t once again run out.