<div class="floatleft">(https://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel//universe3zx/images/e/e7/Moon_Knight_Head.jpg)</div>Character Name: Moon Knight<br/>Time/Date: 0145 EDT 6 April 2102<br/>Location: Ruins of New York<br/>Tagging: everyone else<br/>Mentioned:<br/>NSFW Warning: None<br/><br/>In general, the Moon's Knight didn't have visitors in the chariot. But, this was not normal circumstances. These people needed help, and there was other medical or evacuation hep coming. He'd have to go over the craft very carefully afterwards to check for bugs, trackers, or other mischief. He keyed the controls and the ship landed, side hatch opening. As a matter of course, he routed weapons control to his gauntlet only. There was no sense tempting fate with accidental weapons discharge. Or purposeful one from the wrong person.<br/><br/>He directed the refugees aboard, helping those that needed it. "In the interest of space, if any of you can fly, you might wish to do so and spare room for the wounded." The Knight surveyed the group. "I am not certain all of them will make it aboard." He checked the sensors until they were close to red-lining. "That is all for the first trip. We can return as needed." He turned to the blonde woman with the impressive armor. "Ma cherie, shall we go?" He bowed and kissed her hand.<br/><br/>Turning, with a swirl of his armored and multipurpose cloak, he moved through the now crowded space to the controls. A joke from days gone by surfaced in his mind and he keyed the internal speakers. "Please keep your hand inside at all times, and do not try and get out until the ride has come to a complete stop." He tried for the flat American accent, shifting from his usual Gallic one as he took off.