"I do love you, Rogue Trader Cortez.  For reasons that will become clear later, I love you, and I wish you well."  The heretical "grandpa" said, smiling with a deep inner serenity that was as terrifying as it was attractive.  "There are three warring factions of Reavers in the Mextil Cluster, each dedicated to a different chaos god.  All of that changed five years ago, when a Warmaster of Chaos ripped his way out of the Screaming Vortex into the Mextil Cluster, and united the squabbling pirate groups.  The alliance was tenuous, until he acheived the impossible and defeated the Eldar in battle.  After that, the Reavers were united.  The Warmaster brought together the Champions of each cult, and made them his lieutenants.  I am the fifth Champion, the Champion of Chaos descending."  The traitor known as Edogod Crane monologued, sinking down into a kneeling posture, his eyes blazing with a kind sort of pride.<br/><br/>"As for the Master Plan, it's nothing more than the extinction of all Reavers in the Mextil Cluster, and power beyond imagining to all of you.  You have a great destiny, one which I feel joy that I will see.  It has been many centuries since I last felt joy, my beloved Baromir.  The great gospel comes; your epic journey nears, and the truth you will see.  It is not ordained, but I will it, and it shall be so."  Crane said, his posture rail straight, as he spoke with the conviction of a true fanatic.