The pilot is informed of barrel roll completion.

Juros paw-twitches and then paws at his nose while unconscious. Nivi says, "Alright. Now to have whatever onboard medic give us all a lookover, starting with Juros.

30 minutes later...

Juros is awakened and has a headache, but is otherwise fine. Similar with the invaders.

"Like, totally!  Hahah.  We should all like, totally get helmets so he won't feel like, the odd dude out.  Hah.  We'll be, 'Nivi's extreme Team!'  Now with full riot gear!  Hahahahah!"

When Juros wakes, Kevin will get him up to speed on what happened.  He looks over at the invaders to ask what gives, but finds himself too angry with them to form a coherent sentence.  "Dude.  Like...  Bogus!  Seriously, like...  No way!"

  "So, regardless of what you were getting paid.  What pushed you to decide breaking and entering a child's birthday party was a good career move?"

 He knows it wasn't actually her birthday, he just wants to make them more uncomfortable about their actions.

 That said, he keeps Juros company.  Because any doggy that can take that many hits to the face and keep going is tough doggy worth respect.

One man says, "For one, didn't know until we were being shot at. Then, it was too late."

The other man says, "Guy, just keep your mouth shut. It's the best thing to do now."

Juros is being babied by Nivi. And the half of him that likes it is kicking the butt of the other half of him that feels his manly pride being wounded. He pushes his nose into Nivi's hand and then rests his head on her lap.

Nivi idly pets Juros while looking on at the conversation, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Kevin has to think on it for a bit.  Wasn't expecting to be shot at?  Does that make less sense than shooting a dog when it was the big guy shooting at you?  Or is his aim just that bad?  His employer's a moron for hiring incompetents if that's the case.

Kevin sighs.  "Dude.  You go ahead and like, keep not apologizing.  The more remorseless you like, keep makin' yourselves out to be, the less likely the princess will like, speak up for you.  You shot my friend!  So you can like, totally keep easin' yourselves into spending the rest of your lives in a cage!"

  Hakkof can acknowledge Nivi is more comforting company for Juros than himself.

  He opts to wait and see how things progress, for the moment.  Wait, no.  Double checking on said princess is preferable.

The two men do not respond.

Nivi says, "Don't waste your breath, Kevin. We'll let the authorities handle them from here."

Juros says, "To be fair, they were not aiming to kill. Otherwise, I would be dead. Their guns were set to stun."

The princess is not only fine, she gives Hakkof the biggest smile a little girl can muster and says, "You and your friends are SO getting extra cake!"
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Juros defending the dirtbags that shot him just accentuates how low they are.  Kevin nods to Nivi and turns his back to the Nimrods so he doesn't have to look at them any longer.

"Dude.  Like, sooo glad you're ok!"

He smiles at the princess and aloha signs. "Alriight!  Extra caake!  Hahahahahah."

  Hakkof makes a note to give Juros more than extra... Though hopefully the guy won't start to expect snack foods to be related to injury.

The group makes it to the princess's party. Fun times are had, complete with Juros having a messy cake-covered muzzle while smiling broadly. The princess brags to her friend about the shoot-out and how the heroes are not overblown from the news after all. Nivi opts for a nap very shortly after festivities.

Night falls, though, and Nivi wakes up, informing the group that she is setting up a rotating watch. At around 3am, Nivi wakes the others and lets them know there is someone lurking about the premises. "Tried to get a good look, but no luck. So could be an assailant, could be staff, could even just be a passer-by."

Kevin loves parties.  And kids.  Fancy party for royal kids is new, but still allows for inhaling helium from balloons and singing silly songs with a chipmunk voice.  Or balancing a spoon on his nose while imitating a seal.

When mystery lurker happens, Kevin yawns and stretches. "I can like, act as a diversion or whatever.  Hah.  If they're like, a badguy or something, they'll take advantage of the distraction and like, slip in 'while no one's looking.'  Hah.  Right into Hakkof's ambush!  Hahahahah!"
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  While he's probably better at lurking than the average Barrakian, that's still more of a 'by comparison' thing.  Though sometimes just the mere concept of surprise Barrakian is enough to make up the difference.

  "Well, you'd better not be too interesting then.  Otherwise I'd still want to pay attention to you instead"

Nivi says, "You have wonderful reflexes, Kevin. So you would be ideal for that, yes."

Juros says, "I'll be finding out if this person belongs here by checking the roster and comparing it with the camera footage. Let's stay on coms."

Kevin aloha signs and smiles.  "Like, thanks!  I'll like, practice making balloon animals outside.  Hah.  The occasional popped balloon would be like, the perfect diversion for a thief.  Hahahah.  Outside so as to like, not wake the kids.  Hah."

Unless the group objects and offers a better idea, he heads out with a bag full of long balloons and starts following tutorials on his mobile device.

  Hakkof probably won't think of a better idea until everything is over with.  So he gets to... uh... Well actually there's actual room to reasonably lurk on a Barrakian ship, go figure.

(Note; when I mentioned making it to the party, I failed to mention the party did not take place on a ship, but at a palace.)

The lurker is indeed distracted by Kevin and begins sneaking up on him. The lurker is barakian sized.

Kevin is hoping whomever it is that the heroes are watching for is simply a cat burglar or lost homeless person, and not another assassin gladiator kidnapper or whatever.  Or at least that no one will get shot, knocked out, kicked in the ribs, etc, etc...

POP!  Oops!  Didn't mean to twist the balloon cat's head off...

"Woah!  Hah.  Musta, like, lost count of the twists.  Hahah.  Like, sorry, balloon kitty.  Hah.  I'll like, reincarnate you as something stronger.  Haha.  Like, a giraffe!  Hahahah."

  Considering the potential for violently unfortunate misunderstandings if HE attacks first, Hakkof goes for the 'tap shoulder on opposite side you are standing' to judge their reaction of being spotted.

The barakian slowly turns to look at Hakkof. He has a very thick brow, buck teeth, and is cross-eyed. He has a "huh?" expression at first, but it slowly becomes a dumber and dumber smile. The kind that makes you feel like you are losing IQ points just for being around it. "Hiiiiii...." the guy says. "Eeeeh... goat make balloooon animals. Heeee...."

The guy is also frickin' huge. All muscle, 8' tall.
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Turns out Hakkof was right to not punch first and ask questions later.  That would have been awkward to explain attacking a special needs guy while he's bawling his little heart out.

Nevertheless, Kevin is so stunned he brain freezes.  "Like...  Woah...  Hahahah."

He snaps out of it and smiles at the big guy.  "Like, totally!  Harder than it looks.  Hahahah."

Kevin offers the dude one of the balloons that survived.  "...It's supposed to be a dog..."

Yes, punching first (and probably second, as well) would look particularly bad in these circumstances.

"So, what's your name?"

The big lug looks at Hakkof. "Name... Jarth." he says with a goofy grin as if proud that he knows his name. Then looks back to Kevin.

"Balloon... hard?" he says amazed before crushing (and popping) the balloon. His expression melts to sorrow. *sniff* "Jarth harder than balloon..." he says with a shaky voice as if he wants to cry.

Woah!  Like, Kevin's seen dudes with serious head injuries more cognizant than this dude.

"Like, hello, Jarth!  Hahahah."

He holds his arm out then hangs a balloon hoop on it.  "Like, hold it like this.  Hah."

He then offers the mini balloon hula-hoop to Jarth, hoping to cheer the poor guy up.

Hakkof expects this latest balloon to meet it's demise at Jarth inadvertently flexing his biceps.

He refrains from commenting about this, though.  Even if he's ready to offer space tissues in case of huge manchild tears.

Jarth gives that goofy grin of his as he sees the balloon fit over his arm and not pop. "Jarth happy..."

A yawning Nivi comes walking out to where the others are. "What's going on, guys?"