The Adventures of the Politically Correct Marines wrote:“Captain Daenor of the P-C Marines. We’re actually a successor of yours, somewhere down the line.”
“Oh,” said Karvoth, anxious to get back to the killing. “Care to join me in slaughtering some foul xenos?”
Daenor shook his head, tutting. “Now,
that’s the sort of this we’re here to stop.”
“What?” asked Karvoth, “slaughtering foul xenos?”
“No – or technically yes. The
words ‘foul xenos’ are what we object to. It’s really not very good to be calling a group of people ‘foul xenos’ just because of their particular racial heritage, is it?”
“Uhhmmm… yes?” said Karvoth, struggling to get his head around what Daenor was saying.
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No. The Orkoid race – much as I hate to classify individuals into groups based on such criteria – make a valid and possibly necessary contribution to the galactic whole, and should be treated as no less equal than ourselves. Ergo,
no slaughtering them just because of a minor disagreement over who gets this or that bit of land. And
certainly no cleansing the entire galaxy of every single Ork just because of a disagreement with one particular group.”
What
was this strange Marine babbling on about? Karvoth couldn’t for the life of him figure it out. He seemed to be saying that they
shouldn’t kill the Orks, but that couldn’t be right.
“Look, Captain whatsyername, the Codex Astartes specifically states that in situations like this we should cleanse the planet of every single Greenskin.”
Daenor tutted again. “Now that’s a bit racist, don’t you think?”
“Raci-what? Greenskin?”
“Categorising individuals by the colour of their skin is a huge step back in the fight for galactic peace. Rather, they should be termed by their individual names, or, if it is absolutely imperative that they be referred to collectively, then they should be termed ‘Orks, Gretchin, and distinguishable subspecies of the Orkoid genus’.”
That was it. This newcomer was
definitely telling him not to kill the Orks. “Look, you,” he said angrily, “The Emperor Himself created the Astartes to retake the Imperium from the xenos and heretics infesting the galaxy.”
“And there we go again,” said Daenor, shaking his head. “While it
is important to recognise the critical role that past events have played in the evolution of the galactic whole, it is also crucial to realise that the galaxy
has evolved, beyond the constraints of past events. While the Emperor did have some laudable ideals, the way in which he went about realising said ideals is completely wrong for the galaxy as it is today,
completely wrong.”
“What?” asked Karvoth, confused. They had a mission from the Emperor to cleanse the stars of xenos and heretics. What could be simpler to understand?
Daenor sighed. “Look, classifying people as ‘heretics’ just because they don’t share the same belief system as you do is not only morally wrong, but also an obstacle in the path of diplomatic relationships and peace arrangements. The galaxy is a big place. Surely there is room for more than one species, and more than one religion?”