"Spikes?"
Dark yellow eyes skimmed over the petite figure thoughtfully. Protruding from slender shoulders were four long, threatening skewers.
"Spikes." The proud wearer of the impaling instruments in question announced decidedly.
The taller, former Sith Lord, cocked his head. He knew once his sister had an idea there was no force on Dromund Kaas or the rest of the galaxy that would stop her. He knew she wanted to look as threatening as the rest of the Sith on the fleet and in the battlefields. She was a Dark Council member now. But as it were she barely came up to any of her colleagues shoulders. Few took her seriously at first glance.
Clear blue eyes met dark yellow. She crossed her arms and glared hard at him, but he was impervious to the threat in her eyes. Finally she broke the silence.
"Is there a problem with spikes?" While it may have sounded as if it were a question, he knew much better. Her silky words dripped with venom. "I see the Sith wear them all the time on the fleet."
Exari nodded. It was true, he couldn't deny it, he had seen many fellow Sith running about decked in armor of all sorts. Spikes and pauldrons longer then his forearm. Even his own armor was fearful sight but still tame compared to the wild lengths some members of the Empire would go to just to threaten their opponent. He turned his attention back towards his sister.
"I'm just saying it's a bit much. Maybe without the-" he gestured to the spears with a wave of a gloved hand.
"Spikes."
"Exactly." He thought about it, thought better of it, but decided to add anyway at risk to life and limb, "You look a bit like a miniature Darth Marr." It got the intended result. She scoffed and shook her head.
"I didn't ask you here for you to criticize my choice in armor, I asked you here because we have a situation building on Yavin 4." She reached for something atop her desk then handed him a small datapad. He took it but barely glanced at it, he was still fixated.
"But why spikes?"