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." Gil

of James when they were on the football field. Rather than playing tight end like James, though, he played wide receiver. And, in fact, he was the one

composition and poor posture was eerily reminiscent of Aphestus. It was just that Leonel knew quite well that Gil wasn't

blinked, he had never heard

worlds are under joint ownership like this. They also double as pretty good entertainment centers and trade hubs. After this,

usually laid back brat had so graciously decided to

how many hearts he had broken in Royal Blue Academy with that

Leonel chuckled. "Maybe later."

almost leapt from his seat. "Did

in the most ridiculous of ways. But, he couldn't get very far

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

Ears?!" Gil

there's food on the table, Quasimodo? I don't

and Franco had

wide receiver, Franco played cornerback, the latter of which was meant to defend against the former. It could be

big hands and big ears. Somehow, it all came together for him in a pretty nice package. At the very least, he wasn't ugly. But,

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

he played defensive tackle while