She was born on the planet Mirial. The first and only daughter to Vizme and Chizou Zenasa. Vizme was a Republic military officer, and Chizou a scientist with an interest in flora and fauna. On their snowy homeworld, they had a quiet home among the tundra. Young Sasri grew up happy, in a place of relative luxury.
It wasn’t to last, however. Chizou Zenasa was on an expedition to the wilds of the planet Cathar, studying the rare and wonderful life to be found there when the planet was struck by the now infamous assault by Mandalorian forces. The Battle of Cathar was a massacre, that claimed millions of lives as the Mandalorians tried to genocide the planet’s populace. Chizou was caught in the crossfire. At seven years old Sasri had lost her mother.
The terrible event sent shockwaves through the force, and young Sasri’s long unrealized force sensitivity made itself known in horrible nightmares. Visions of her mother’s death left her shaken. Vizme knew his daughter would need instruction, but was enraged by the inaction of the Jedi who refused to battle the Mandalorians who murdered his beloved wife. Instead, he sought out a local witch named Nehqio. Who was renowned for her powers of healing.
At first, Nehqio and Sasri hardly got along. Vizme had blackmailed the healer to get her to teach Sasri, threatening to tell the Jedi Order where to find her. Sasri on the other hand felt more alone than she ever had or ever would in her entire life. The Mandalorians had taken both her parents from her. One lay in a grave, and the other so driven by revenge that he forgot the family he still had.
Slowly, the two formed a bond. Nehqio’s abilities to heal were something that Sasri admired greatly. In her dreams, she had seen the deaths of countless people and had been powerless to stop it. She wanted to power Nehqio had, so she could stop others from dying as they had.
The years passed, and Nehqio trained her student at a dreadfully slow pace. She always cautioned the young girl about patience, not wanting her to fall into the traps of pride, and power that so often ensnared young force wielders. This slow pace often irritated the young student, but she stayed, knowing she could never learn to heal as her master did from any other.
There was a quiet peace, in that small hut of the frozen wastes. A place untouched by the chaos in the galaxy around it. The Mandalorian Wars had raged. Vizme Zenasa had taken part in battle after battle against the Mandalorians. As he followed Revan and his Jedi generals into battle time and time again, he became utterly devoted to the man who was helping him take his revenge. He rose quickly through the ranks as his single-minded devotion to the cause helped him excel.
He would have probably followed Revan straight into the unknown regions, but he was critically wounded in the Second Battle of Lianna, the second to last battle in the war. Despite missing an arm and a leg, Vizme’s bloodlust was enough that to keep him from engaging at Malachor V, doctors had to keep him sedated. Revan and his followers won the decisive battle, and then departed into the Unknown Regions, leaving Vizme behind.
Vizme returned to Mirial, bitter and angry. He thought little of going to see his young daughter, not even realizing that in the time he had been gone, she had become a woman. He just sat in his empty home, reminded constantly of the life that had been broken. The broken family he blamed entirely on the Mandalorians, and on the Jedi who refused to face them.
Then, Revan returned. He returned with a fleet unlike anything the galaxy had seen before and he declared war on the Republic. Vizme’s savior had returned, and he took up arms again, leading a coup d’etat against Mirial’s government and turning it over to the Sith Empire.
One final thing remained. The Sith greedily sought any force sensitives they could find, hungering to corrupt more and more into Dark Jedi to serve Revan’s war machine. For Vizme, it was a simple decision to lead one of these ‘recruiters’ to his own daughter. It was his duty after all.
Over the next year this recruiter, Edru Voatri, first chose subtler methods, appearing to the Sasri Zenasa when her master was away. Tempting her with knowledge, and powerful secrets her teacher had long kept from her. The situation ignited when Nehqio discovered Edru’s manipulations. A deadly confrontation ensued and it left both Edru and Sasri’s teacher dead.
Not knowing what else to do, Sasri fled the planet, stowing aboard a Czerka freighter which was bound for a small station above the Outer Rim world of Viscara. There she hopes she can find a way to help those suffering in this new galactic conflict. Desperately hoping she can somehow remain neutral in the war.