@[member="Anu'leth"]
There weren't many reasons to come back to Coruscant, in Aleidis' opinion. A fair bit of bad blood, some resentment. But she did have friends, here - Joshua Dragonsflame, Talen Nerius, a handful of others. People who remembered her tenure as Chancellor, who remembered what she'd done and what she stood for. And others, in less known places. Eyes and ears.
One of those people kept an eye on a very specific market. Slavery was a big issue to the Ghostling, of course. Her own people were a hot commodity on the slave market, but they weren't the only thing on Datar worth a pretty credit. Ghostlings were sex toys, Wyrden were simply toys. So when Alei's contact sent a message that something had come up, she didn't hesitate.
And she didn't play fair.
"Kiranah dar'orzuuda, Wyrden." Aleidis murmured quietly, her form shimmering into coherence in front of Anu'leth's miserable little cage. She'd come into the store as a ghost should - invisible, basically undetectable to all but a handful of eyes in the Galaxy. Her tone was soft and concerned, her words a casual greeting in the native tongue of Datar. "My name is Aleidis - and I'm going to break you out."