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.

an Allied Planet, Cap." Gil

field. Rather than playing tight end like James, though, he played wide receiver. And, in fact, he was the one who caught the

he was 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 said

blinked, he had never heard

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

lit up when he reached this point. Leonel had wondered why the usually laid back brat had so graciously decided to explain things to him. It seemed that this was his

hearts he had broken in Royal Blue Academy 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

Leonel chuckled. "Maybe later."

his seat. "Did someone take

ridiculous of ways. But,

exactly what was going to happen next, Arnold, who sat between the two of them, put a hand to both of

you trying to go, Elephant Ears?!" Gil snapped, his sharp nose leaking droplets

on the table, Quasimodo? I don't want your BO

and Franco had a…

of which was meant to defend against the former. It could be said that they were at war during every practice. One would think

body parts. He had big feet, big hands and big ears. Somehow, it all came together for him

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 hands were probably even bigger than Franco's, completely stopping the two men from leaping at

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