Incarnate

-The Gray Tide-
An aspiring champion, is meant to withstand much. However, they're hardly capable of handling all of a warboss's crazed banter. The small chaos patrol, that had run across these savage dogs in the woods, were now standing before a creature that could only be described as a warboss. He (assuming) was clearly the biggest, and therefore in charge. He had large, threatening armor with a spiked mouthpiece drilled into his own mandible, and his entire "throne room" was a cave filled with trophies. By trophies, I mean material wealth, stolen artifacts that looked very important, and of course, more pony-parts than you could shake a stick at. His armor was covered in an awful lot of them as well...
"I'z Bigdogg SkullSnatcha" the thing roared from its throne. "Wota yer lot doin' killin my ponies?! Dats MY job!"
He inched towards the meager chaos forces, as did the boys in the rear. "Skullsnatcha..." The champion began, before being blown onto his rear by the boss's sudden presence. "DATS BOSS SKULLSNATCHA. YA PIMPY PONY-LOVIN GIT!" Wiping the projectile drool from his face, the champion continued. "My apologies, Boss, Skullsnatcha. We are simply here to trade..." He hinted. "We'z already got da best loots, plenty o' heads, an' a big forty place ere'. Wot could you give us?!" The champion calmly turned to a heretic in his company, raised his bolter, and blew him to pieces. Most of the boys cowered in fear of the alien weapon, but Skullsnatcha only grinned. "Oh ho ho, I gets yer plan...." The champion turned to face his speaker. "You's tryin' to threaten ol' Skullsnatcha, inta givin' up..." The massive dog said with a chuckle. "By no means," the champion began, "we want-" "SHUT YER GOB" Skullsnatcha screamed, "YA SEE DESE HEADS?! Alla Dese other boys, thought they could scare me, that they could beat me,"The boss paused, but before negotiations even thought of continuing, the Dog shoved an assortment of heads in his face, all of them wearing some semblance of an important hat or helm, many pony, some griffon, and one very large dragon skull, which the boss pointed to. "LOOK AT EM' NOW! The champion screamed in frustration,"Trade! Trade you stupid bastard! You want our weapons?! We'll get you weapons!"At this, the boss got very close to the champion, and stared into his very soul. "Dats all well an' pretty, but what'll of Skullsnatcha be givin' to ya in return?" He said with a zeal-breaking grin. "An alliance." The marine said calmly, "keep killing the equines, but don't kill any of our... boys." He concluded, leaving the warboss scratching his chin, with his massive power claws. "On one condition." He finally said, at which the champion leaned in. "I gets his hat." Pointing at the Khornate berserker of the company, who was busy banging his head against the wall."Deal." The champion said, before ordering the others to restrain the berserker.

Little did they know, however, that at the very moment of their deal being struck, the sleek forms of Valkyries descended onto the planet. For an Imperial Guardsman's presence had been detected on the world, the presence of a guardsman not of their ranks. The presence of a guardsman, designated Alexander.