The neon lights of Nova City pulsed rhythmically, casting an otherworldly glow on the towering skyscrapers that housed the Prism Corps headquarters. Inside the bustling recruitment hall, Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, scanned the eager faces of the latest batch of recruits.Hopefuls from all corners of the galaxy – hulking Vorlaxian brainiacs, nimble Luminarian youths, and even a fiery young Xandrosian (much to Astra's surprise) – awaited their chance to join the elite ranks of the Prism Corps."Welcome, potential heroes," Astra boomed, her voice amplified by a hidden comm unit. "Today, you stand at the precipice of destiny. Here, you'll learn to harness the power of the Prism Stones, to become guardians of peace across the cosmos."A murmur of awe rippled through the hall. The Prism Stones, legendary crystals imbued with the energy of dying stars, were the source of the Corps' extraordinary abilities. Astra, wielding the Solar Prism, could unleash blinding light and soar through the void. Others, like Orion Shield with the Celestial Prism, possessed incredible physical strength.Suddenly, a holographic alert flashed across the room. It was Vega Specter, her voice laced with urgency. "Astra, we have trouble! Xanathar Prime has been spotted near the Syphon Belt, accompanied by... Nebula Vortex!"Astra's heart sank. Nebula, a former Prism Centurion turned rogue, possessed the Quantum Prism, granting her mastery over teleportation and reality manipulation. With Xanathar's dark energy manipulation fueled by the Dark Prism, they were a formidable duo."Centurions, assemble!" Astra commanded, her voice echoing with resolve. Cygnus Vortex materialized beside her, his brow furrowed. The Gravity Prism user could manipulate gravity, a power crucial for navigating the treacherous Syphon Belt, a region notorious for its erratic gravitational fields.Moments later, a squad of Centurions – Denarians with enhanced strength and Millennians with powerful energy blasts – stood ready. They donned their sleek battle suits, the crimson armor emblazoned with the Prism Corps insignia."We deploy immediately," Astra declared. "Our mission: intercept Xanathar and Nebula before they unleash whatever chaos they have planned."The Prism Gliders roared to life, their sleek forms slicing through the neon cityscape. As they rocketed into the inky void, Astra couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much larger conflict. The universe felt heavy with the promise of war, and the Prism Corps, its new recruits energized with a mix of fear and determination, stood as the only line of defense.