All I request for a header, is your character's picture and location, this is easy enough to copy and paste from your character profile page, your name is optional, people tend not to walk around wearing name tags, so show your face.
Besides it's easier to keep track of injuries and cybernetics and outfits if you don't actually have to change your own Gaia avatar. All activities that are not thoughts or speech are normal text, thoughts are italicized, spoken words are bold.
So this is how I'd like to see it... Center the location, then put the picture then begin.
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Section 6 of the spine, near Hangar 92-Delta
Lucy walked through the corridor, she had gotten word that a shipment of high density Copanizide, a powerful narcotic, was coming up from the planet. Lucy had no intention of letting the drug trade continue in the ring, and had been harassing suppliers and dealers for some time already, but still it continued, she had to remove the source.
She looked out the porthole, and saw the ships coming and going from the ship, her computerized brain scanned the shape and size of the ships in view, recording their class to cross reference with her contacts in the MSU.
The spine had heavy foot and motorized traffic, she could hear every footstep, walking towards and away from her. However it was to much, she had to turn off her proximity alert system to concentrate on the ships coming in and departing, so far nothing matched the description given to her.
She didn't even hear the blade come out, or the thug run up behind her. Her damage computer recorded the two strikes into her back before she could react defensively.
There was no pain, no fear, no adrenaline, there was just a simple recording that someone behind her stabbed her.
She spun around and took her hand axe up from her leg, she locked eyes with the assassin. One of the saurian aliens from the lower levels, clenched in his fist was a punch dagger. The saurian smiled and narrowed it's eyes.
Lucy pressed the button on her hand axe, and it expanded out into a large halberd.
Surrender now saurian, you cannot win.
She grabbed it with both hands and only had one thought in her computer enhanced brain.
Run defensive program, corkscrew pattern 31
She felt no fear, no excitement, no anger, she only felt like she was doing her job, a job that she neither loved nor hated, just the job that she was built for.
