The control room lights flickered under the tension that hung thick in the air. The holo-displays buzzed, one cracked from a thrown gauntlet. The other destroyed by Angora's bare fists. The displays had informed her of a failed assault on the planet below. She stood alone in the middle of the room as she threw one of her sons into the wall, the unfortunate astartes had tried to step between the Primarch and her rage.

A strategy had failed and that was enough to lose her temper and let out all the rage the nail's created.

Then door hissed open.

Soft boots on steel. The young human commanding officer of the flagship stepped in, having been informed of the temprament the Primarch was in. The primarch turned and snarled at him almost ready to lunge in attack, then when she realized who it was she halted. She closed her mouth and dropped the body. The simple presence of the mortal human had seemed to have decreased her outrage. Her chest heaved as she stood there.