Marigold leand on the wall, listening to both Valery and Kahlil, taking a deep sigh.
"Look, I get it, being a Jedi is not easy, but I'm no stranger to strife. I was a bounty hunter before." She smirked.
"And a pretty good one at that." There was a sense of pride in her tone of voice, quite a lot of criminals and slavers knew the nickname, the
Red Scar. From her beheading and cutting up a popular slave trader and a criminal syndicate boss into pieces and blowing up the station, to... Carving up most of said slavers from Outer Rim, all the way to the Core.
But there was no respect for her, more like fear, akin to how someone fears a monster.
"You ever fly to those nearly abandoned planets? Where a guy or a gal' doesn't even try to run a proper society or goverment? Do you see how they just endlessly hoard resources and credits, and leave others to starve? How about, seeing a child get stabbed in an alleyway and left to bleed out, and have their cries be ignored by anyone? How about seeing law enforcement ignore you wearing that fething collar on your neck, and look down on the ground in shame as your 'master' walks by your side, with you fearfuly waiting until he barks you to gouge someone's eyes out or be ready to part with your's?"
Her voice was one of anger, it became more, and more personal, she was upset. Perhaps thinking that the masters viewed her as soft, and their concern and warning, viewed as a challenge. Regardless of how incorrect she was.
"Thought so," She muttered out.
"if Jedi get into these kind of situations and see the things I saw or worse, then yeah. I think I'm ready." She huffed.
"I did it for the money before, but only because I had to live off something. But if I didn't have the need for credits I'd probably do it all for free. Including helping people." Marigold took a deep breath, calming herself down.
"If, that doesn't answer your question, then... Yes, I'm ready." She eyed Valery and Kahlil, squinting.
Kahlil Noble
Valery Noble