Dimensional Descent

Joel. Milan. Raj. Drake. Franco. Arnold. Gil. Allan.

[Author's Note: No need to remember these names. I'll mention them so often in the future and with small reminders of who they are that they'll become your brothers too, lmao]

"Are you sure about this, Cap?" Joel asked. "After what happened on Planet Vincero, even though we're talented compared to their normal students, they're pretty much drawing a line between us and them. Something like taking them over from the inside would be difficult with how cautious they're being."

The group nodded in confirmation. Even while they were here, they were likely being monitored by someone or something. The only reason they weren't worried enough to warn Leonel was because they were sure that he wasn't stupid enough to come here without any sort of plan or counter to that.

That said… Leonel's next words made them question themselves.

"Oh right! Speaking of which, where are we right now?"

The group looked toward Leonel as though he was a madman. He had just escaped the pursuit of Fifth Dimensional entities, and it could even be argued that the only reason he managed to do so was because of the element of surprise.

Now, however, whoever came to track him down would be prepared and likely even more informed about all his abilities. He wouldn't just be able to wiggle his way out of this again so casually.

The fact he didn't even know where they were currently was a huge red flag. But, seeing how careless he seemed about it all, they were too speechless to reprimand him.

This is an Allied Planet, Cap."

wide receiver. And, in fact, he was the one who caught the game

quite lanky. In truth, his body composition and poor posture was eerily reminiscent of Aphestus. It was just that Leonel knew quite well that Gil wasn't nearly as jacked as Aphestus was. He had always

blinked, he had never heard this

this. They also double as pretty good entertainment centers and trade hubs. After this,

why the usually laid back brat had so graciously decided to explain things to him. It seemed that this was his purpose all

with that casually handsome face of his. That 5 o'clock shadow he could never bother to shave completely off and his swooping dirty blond hair left those poor girls not standing a

Leonel chuckled. "Maybe later."

Gil almost leapt from his seat. "Did someone take over your body,

ridiculous of ways. But, he couldn't get very far before Franco palmed

between the two

go, Elephant Ears?!" Gil

the table, Quasimodo? I don't want your

Franco had

latter of which was meant to defend against the former. It could be said that they

came together for him in a pretty nice package. At the

had stopped the two of them, had pretty much the same relationship with Milan due to on the field stuff. Arnold's gut was just as big as Milan's and his chest and arms were just as solid and robust. The palms of his

was quite helpful to Arnold. After all, he played defensive tackle while Milan played center. Their battles during practice were quite