Zhevon nodded slowly, hearing their opinions. Mostly it was his show, which he was alright with. He enjoyed hearing other plans of attack, it provided another perspective and experience that he did not have. "We four will investigate for now, with Armsman Stukov's formation." He stood up and cracked his neck, sending a message to everyone who wasn't present, explaining that they should make haste to form up a second team to act as backup if needed. He send a separate message to his Vindicare, telling him to act in an overwatch role with his rifle. "Let's go. I'll unlock the doors." He walked up the stairs and to the front door, pulling out his power sword. He activated its field and carefully slid it along the crack between the double door entrance, cutting the lock between the two. He glanced at his team behind him, they were ready. Zhevon looked at the unlocked doors and turned off the power field to his sword, stabbing the door lightly with the blade tip, he pushed it open with his sword. He approached slowly at a slight crouch, with his inferno pistol at the ready.
The interior was different than the exterior, at least the main entrance was. The lobby had many trophies, some in glass cases, others were hanging on the walls. A small shrine was straight ahead, and two side doors were visible. Zhevon stayed by the door, letting the Armsman and the Psyker through first, then the Veteran. Zhevon pulled his sword out of the door and slowly closed it with back of his hand. Further examination of the walls revealed banners and shields, perhaps noble houses that have funded or contributed to the Gallery. The glass cases had small bits of various items, broken shards of metal that must have been a once great sword, a laspistol here and there, beautifully decorated. Each one had a small paper tag next to it explaining its origins and its meaning, but Zhevon didn't spend much time reading those. He saw an iron scorpion with three tails and four pincers, each tail pointing towards something. He narrowed his eyes and looked to where they were pointing, the door on the right. He looked back at the sculpture and found that it was a small iron sculpture of a Leman Russ tank.
"Record those banners." Zhevon ordered, pointed at the shields and banners, "Or remember them. Perhaps both." He said, in a hushed voice. He then looked at the two side doors. "Should have picked up a map...". He turned to Adrianne, "Psyker Valenthin, what can you see?"
The interior was different than the exterior, at least the main entrance was. The lobby had many trophies, some in glass cases, others were hanging on the walls. A small shrine was straight ahead, and two side doors were visible. Zhevon stayed by the door, letting the Armsman and the Psyker through first, then the Veteran. Zhevon pulled his sword out of the door and slowly closed it with back of his hand. Further examination of the walls revealed banners and shields, perhaps noble houses that have funded or contributed to the Gallery. The glass cases had small bits of various items, broken shards of metal that must have been a once great sword, a laspistol here and there, beautifully decorated. Each one had a small paper tag next to it explaining its origins and its meaning, but Zhevon didn't spend much time reading those. He saw an iron scorpion with three tails and four pincers, each tail pointing towards something. He narrowed his eyes and looked to where they were pointing, the door on the right. He looked back at the sculpture and found that it was a small iron sculpture of a Leman Russ tank.
"Record those banners." Zhevon ordered, pointed at the shields and banners, "Or remember them. Perhaps both." He said, in a hushed voice. He then looked at the two side doors. "Should have picked up a map...". He turned to Adrianne, "Psyker Valenthin, what can you see?"
