After their victory on Athega Primus the sister was returned to her duties with barely a moment to spare to say goodbye to Horacio. She was returned to the cold stone and antiseptic air of the chapel where her deeds in combat had not gone unnoticed. The sister was assigned to the training yards to assist in the close combat training of the novices. There she acquired a reputation as a brutal taskmaster; the enemies of the God Emperor would show no mercy and Vitruvia didn't either. 

	The status that came with distinguishing herself on the field of battle didn't escape Vitruvia's notice and she parlayed it into exceptions from the minor tasks that often occupied a sister's time. She spent this spare time in marathon sparring sessions with the Order's training servitors. These sessions were physically and mentally exhausting as Vitruvia always set the servitors on the highest settings and drove herself to, or beyond, the point of injury or collapse. 

	Perhaps the Hospitallar's grew wearing of seeing her but service required sacrifice. 

	Vitruvia found the experience physically grueling but spiritually moving. To suffer for the God Emperor was a blessing and she sang a hymn of praise every night before she slept. 

	However, more than the physical or spiritual benefits she found that by driving herself to the limits of her body and mind she improved at a rapid pace. She had begun to study the seventh form of [i]Uvultu[/i], a style developed by the fanatical crusaders of a feral world as they purged their planet of unbelief in the 37th millennium. The planet had long since been strip mined of all valuable resources and abandoned but Uvultu had survived in a few scattered tomes in the libraries of the Order as it's creators were sufficiently righteous and it's techniques were considered especially useful with the chainsword, if hard to master.

	But master it she would.

	She rejoiced when she was reassigned. There was joy in the Emperor's service. Before she departed she visited the armory and traded upon her newfound fame within the order to swap her bolt pistol for a venerable Kronos Mk II pattern plasma pistol. It's scarred plating and worn trigger spoke of centuries of battle in the Emperor's service. 

	Vitruvia also had her chainsword disassembled, cleaned, and blessed with sacred rites and holy oils. The Tech-Priests claimed this pleased the machine spirits; a point of doctrinal conflict that Vitruvia did not concern herself with. The teachings of the Ministorum and the Omnissiah could be mutually contradictory and yet true simultaneously; the God Emperor had ordered His Imperium after his divine plan-- Vitruvia's understanding was not required. When confronted with a paradox of belief then faith became the only recourse of the soul and Vitruvia had faith in abundance.

	Just in case she also brought an extra drum of ammunition for her Godwyn-De'az bolter, four frag grenades, two krak grenades and two smoke grenades.

	When she arrived in the Hall she greeted her Sisters with a warm smile, returning the sign of the aquila with a nod toward Lisbeth.   Vitruvia didn't speak, only stood in formation with her helm tucked under her left arm, looking around at those who were gathered and feeling the combined faith and devotion of those around her strengthen her spirit.