[B] Real Space, Sol [/b] 
Although the Chaos fleet had felt a moderate amount of damage it was obvious that many of their ships were grossly unprepared for this kind of combat. 5 of their craft had already been destroyed, while another 5 were all but useless from the amount if damage they had taken. 

The Red Corsairs fired some form of missile from their ships large enough to fit several men inside. The missiles punctured the Imperial hulls releasing. To the horror of the awaiting imperial crews Traitor marines poured fourth from the pods and began shredding all imperials in sight. Weather they took the ship was not relevant.

Profane symbols were left throughout the ship further weakening the space within Sol. As cultist across the system took up an impossibly loud chant broadcasting across all Vox Relays.

The time had come to unleash the full fury of the Warp upon the Sol system.

[B] Warp Space, Sol [/b]
The liquid in real space expanded to the size of a cruiser and was now actively bulging.

The countless entities pressed against real space.

It seemed the bulge would burst at any moment under its current pressure.