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Serenno was such an odd world in Nadela's opinion, contradictory and naïve in a sense. These nobles, a title they had so rarely earned through actual merit or effort, openly touted a concept known as Noblesse Oblige, the noble's obligation. The very concept of someone truly noble being obligated to do anything was already absurd, but upon analysis it became even more perplexing. This Noblesse Oblige was the idea that one must act in line with their status in life, and that the rank of the privileged meant they had a duty to their lesser counterparts. This duty granted them rights and powers far beyond the average citizen, and limited their abilities and ambitions only by a scale of 'reasonability'. Now the ambiguity of this idea was not lost on Nadela, who could imagine a wide and colorful array of possibilities that such inexact language could conjure up. It was reasonable to enslave peasants to ensure did not rise up against their masters. It was reasonable to violently expand outward to conquer other worlds for resources and to create a barrier of security around the planet. It was reasonable for the monarch to murder those that threatened their vision of what was best for the people. 'Reasonable' was a highly subjective term, and with the proper political clout and propaganda campaigns Noblesse Oblige could justify any act or atrocity.
But the Counts and Countesses of Serenno did not use their overwhelming power to exert their dominance over those who could not oppose them. In many ways they internalized this strange idea that the exceptional owed anything to the mediocre, that the powerful had a sworn duty to the powerless, that predators must defend their prey. They shackled themselves to the mindless masses and carried them on their backs, scolding those who openly exerted their natural strength over the cattle. It was like pulling the teeth and claws from a Nexu for hunting, it just simply was not natural. Thus, her utter bewilderment at how such a world could exist, as they seemed to recognize power but went to great lengths to restrain it. Like their ban on Force Sensitives. She had seen some poor, simpering fool wandering the streets with his badge openly displayed, carving a swathe through the crowd not with his overwhelming power, but with the disgust his great gift earned him. In a natural environment he could be a great warrior, a conqueror, a king. But on Serenno? He was an outcast.
Needless to say she had much to contemplate over her cup of spiced nysillin, sitting in the Noble's Delight Café. At least, that was what the name of the establishment translated to in rough Basic, as she was not entirely sure the often-vacant staff even understood their own Serennan language. Still, they brewed a remarkable cup of tea, spoke little, and offered a quiet view of the lovely vistas of Serenno, so in that regard she could not complain. Dressed down to a more comfortable, yet not inelegant outfit, Nadela sat at a small window table enjoying the striking view and the dulcet tones of the in-house band. No pre-recorded droning or speaker-projected cacophony could ever compete with the tones of a true ensemble. If not for the constant threat of danger that her natural abilities brought on, a state which forced her to conceal her lightsabers in her long coat, she might have enjoyed the quieter, more dignified air of Serenno, as opposed to that more trafficked establishment on Alderaan. And with any luck she would avoid the same conversational conundrum that she had encountered on Alderaan as well.
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But the Counts and Countesses of Serenno did not use their overwhelming power to exert their dominance over those who could not oppose them. In many ways they internalized this strange idea that the exceptional owed anything to the mediocre, that the powerful had a sworn duty to the powerless, that predators must defend their prey. They shackled themselves to the mindless masses and carried them on their backs, scolding those who openly exerted their natural strength over the cattle. It was like pulling the teeth and claws from a Nexu for hunting, it just simply was not natural. Thus, her utter bewilderment at how such a world could exist, as they seemed to recognize power but went to great lengths to restrain it. Like their ban on Force Sensitives. She had seen some poor, simpering fool wandering the streets with his badge openly displayed, carving a swathe through the crowd not with his overwhelming power, but with the disgust his great gift earned him. In a natural environment he could be a great warrior, a conqueror, a king. But on Serenno? He was an outcast.
Needless to say she had much to contemplate over her cup of spiced nysillin, sitting in the Noble's Delight Café. At least, that was what the name of the establishment translated to in rough Basic, as she was not entirely sure the often-vacant staff even understood their own Serennan language. Still, they brewed a remarkable cup of tea, spoke little, and offered a quiet view of the lovely vistas of Serenno, so in that regard she could not complain. Dressed down to a more comfortable, yet not inelegant outfit, Nadela sat at a small window table enjoying the striking view and the dulcet tones of the in-house band. No pre-recorded droning or speaker-projected cacophony could ever compete with the tones of a true ensemble. If not for the constant threat of danger that her natural abilities brought on, a state which forced her to conceal her lightsabers in her long coat, she might have enjoyed the quieter, more dignified air of Serenno, as opposed to that more trafficked establishment on Alderaan. And with any luck she would avoid the same conversational conundrum that she had encountered on Alderaan as well.
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