Coruscant

With a slight dizzying sensation, you find yourself suddenly standing in a dark street crowded with neon lights and various creatures of varying race. At first you thought you were on Nar Shadaar despite your rather clear intent to end up on the prestigious capital of the Republic but looking up at the "ceiling" you realize you most probably _are _on Coruscant just below the part of the city that everyone always sees in the films. Still, the undercity contains a lot of people and is about as explored in fiction as the deepest parts of earth's oceans, this could be fun.

taking a walk in a random direction, following the flow of the crowd, you begin looking at the sites and sounds. Of course, you don't understand a lick of what anyone is saying but a simple flex of your godly powers and little 'pop' in your inner ears and suddenly, that issue was rectified. Now able to speak and understand basic, you use this ability to listen in on conversations around you, picking out morsels of information like how there's a good apartment complex just down the road. While you know you will eventually have a mansion full of beautiful servants, an apartment won't hurt for now, you beeline in the direction of it.

Upon arriving at the apartment complex, you found a reception of sorts and a creature manning a desk. You also noted that you had absolutely no idea what species they were. Of course, intellectually, you understand that there's more than Wookies and Twi'leks in the star wars universe and that there is literally no chance for you to memorize all the disparate groups unless you flex a little god power but still, this was somewhat surprising to you, culture shock and all that.

"What!? ya never seen Ma'denarian before?" The alien snapped in an annoyed tone. You are also positive that the Alien is female, the tone of voice and the fact she possesses breasts might be some indication. speaking of appearance, she kinda looked a little like a shark, Conical head for hydrodynamics, smooth leathery skin like on a dolphin, nostrils that look like they close when not in use and eyes set on the sides of her head that look like they could be used to face up if she went for a swim. her hands were also webbed so her feet probably are too.

"Uhh, no, sorry ma'am, used to humans and near humans" you reply and the shark lady merely clicks her tongue in annoyance.

"You humans are all the same" she groused "well? you here for a room or what?" that snapped you back into the present and you nodded.

"Yes ma'am, name's Dereck Storm and I'd like to book a room until further notice" you say to the shark lady, giving her what you hopped was a charming smile. The shark lady grunted before replying.

"That'll be 30 credits a week, I reserve the right to evict any resident for any reason and if you want water, that'll be an extra 10 credits a week for an allotted allowance with another 10 credit fine for going over the allowance" the shark lardy explained, using a rather robotic voice like she has done this too many times to count. "And I'll take the first two weeks' rent now If you don't mind," she added, giving you a cold stare like she just knew you didn't have any credits on you. unfortunately for her, you are a god, you conjure some credit chits out of your back pocket and dump them on the bench, 80 credits in total. The shark lady examined the credits for a second before counting them and then scooping them off the table never to be seen again. In their place, she hands you a key with a room number on it and then promptly ignores you.

"Uhh, thanks, this does include water yes?" you ask, this was a sleazy part of the planet after all, while it might be a lot nicer here than in lower levels, you highly doubt that there's a standard of customer relations that need to be maintained.

"Yes, now get" the shark lady grumbled, you also noticed she never gave her name, not surprising really, she's probably had a few people come in who would rather not be named. taking the key you turn and left, heading for an elevator at the end of the reception.

Having found your room, mostly by using your god power to teleport to the room number cause you were too lazy to try and find it in this tower. Looking around you decided that this was indeed, a cheap and sleazy joint. You suppose you were lucky to have a small toilet/shower suit, it looked straight out of a caravan instead of an apartment and the kitchen, if it could be called that, at least had a hot-plate for cooking things on so victories? You had no illusions about the bed so with a wave of your hand, it turned into a luxuriously comfortable queen bed with some sort of ridiculously soft and comfortable red furry blanket.

You sit down on your new bed and think for a moment. You can't keep conjuring money for everything, that would be cheating, not to mention it'd probably eventually cause problems but for now, it was fine. Of course, now the issue became, ‘what next?’. You contemplate this for a few minutes. There were many places and things you want to see, maybe a Twi’lek dancer up close? Or perhaps get yourself a nice filling meal?

Space, the final frontier, and your ongoing mission to seek out new life, new civilizations and to boldly fuck them all.