Neon lights pulsed with a rhythmic hum, casting an otherworldly glow on the sleek metallic structures of the Prism Corps Weapons Training Hub. Astra Blaze, her fiery red hair pulled back in a tight braid, adjusted the settings on her Solar Prism gauntlet. Beside her, Cygnus Vortex juggled a pair of gravity spheres with practiced ease, a mischievous glint in his eyes."Ready to put those rookies through their paces, Blaze?" Cygnus quipped, the spheres leaving trails of blue light in their dance.Astra chuckled, a warm fire crackling in her core. Training day was always a highlight, a chance to share their combat expertise with the next generation of Prism Corps defenders. Today's recruits were a diverse bunch, a human with a nervous twitch, a hulking Xandrosan trying to control her fiery temper, and a Vorlaxian with an intellect that outshone his physical stature."At ease, cadets!" boomed a voice that echoed through the training hall. It was Centurion Nova, a stoic Denarian with a mane of silver hair and a scar etched across his brow.The recruits scrambled into a semblance of order, their gazes flickering between the legendary heroes and the imposing weapons racks lining the walls. Today's focus: mastering the Corps' arsenal of energy-fueled weaponry.Astra strode towards the plasma rifle rack, the familiar weight a comfort in her hand. "Alright, rookies," she began, her voice firm yet encouraging. "These beauties are your workhorses. Plasma rifles channel Prism energy into devastating blasts. Accuracy and control are key."She spent the next hour drilling them on rifle handling, her own movements a blur of practiced efficiency. As she guided a frustrated human cadet through proper targeting, Cygnus materialized beside her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face."Need a hand, Blaze? Or perhaps a little… gravitational nudge?" he said, gesturing towards the nervous cadet.Astra raised an eyebrow. "Don't even think about it, Vortex. Let them learn the hard way."Cygnus chuckled, but a glint of seriousness flickered in his eyes. These weren't just recruits; they were the future guardians of the cosmos. The universe needed them to be sharp, to master every weapon at their disposal.The training progressed, moving on to energy swords, their crackling blades humming with contained power. Astra watched in quiet satisfaction as the Xandrosan cadet, Zaria, took to the weapon with natural ferocity, her swings leaving trails of molten metal in their wake.Finally, it was time for the photon blasters, weapons embedded in every Corpsman's uniform. Astra explained the fundamentals of channeling Prism energy into focused beams, a skill that required both mental focus and physical control.The Vorlaxian cadet, Xi'an, struggled initially. His analytical mind seemed at odds with the intuitive nature of wielding Prism energy. However, under Astra's patient guidance, a spark of understanding ignited in his eyes. With a grunt of concentration, he unleashed a precise blast that shattered a training drone in mid-air.As the final training session concluded, exhaustion painted faces, but a newfound confidence gleamed in the cadets' eyes. Astra addressed them, a flicker of pride warming her core."You've all done well," she said. "Remember, these weapons are extensions of yourselves. Master them, and you'll be a force to be reckoned with. But never forget, true strength lies not just in your arsenal, but in your hearts, your courage, and your unwavering dedication to protecting the light."The cadets erupted in cheers, a wave of newfound determination washing over them. Standing amidst them, Astra knew that within their ranks, heroes were waiting to be forged. The future of the Prism Corps, and the galaxy, burned bright.