Astra Blaze soared through the neon-lit cityscape of Nova City, the Prism Corps headquarters. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a counterpoint to the rhythmic hum of her Solar Prism battle suit. Below, the Prism Corps Landing Bay buzzed with activity, technicians swarming around docked combat ships. But Astra wasn't focused on the routine operations. Her mind was a tempest, replaying the events of the past mission.The Xandrosian warship, a leviathan of obsidian metal, had loomed over the defenseless civilian freighter like a ravenous beast. Xanathar Prime, his crimson eyes glowing with malevolent power, had unleashed a torrent of dark energy, crippling the freighter's engines. Panic had filled the air as Astra, Cygnus, Vega, Orion, and Aurora had scrambled to intercept.The battle had been a blur of blinding light, crushing gravity, and crackling energy. Astra had unleashed a supernova blast, momentarily pushing back the Xandrosian onslaught. Cygnus had manipulated the freighter's trajectory, narrowly avoiding a catastrophic collision with a nearby asteroid. Vega, a whirlwind of electromagnetic chaos, had disabled the warship's weapons systems.But the tide had turned when Nebula Vortex had materialized on the battlefield. The rogue Prism Corps member, her eyes burning with an eerie blue light, had unleashed the power of her Quantum Prism. Reality had shimmered, and Xanathar's warship had vanished, taking Nebula and the freighter hostage.Astra landed heavily on the landing bay platform, the metallic clang echoing her frustration. Cygnus materialized beside her, his brow furrowed in concern. "Astra," he said, his voice grave, "We'll find them. Nebula wouldn't dare—""Don't underestimate her, Cygnus," Astra interrupted, her voice tight. "She's as ruthless as Xanathar, perhaps more." The memory of Nebula's cold laughter sent a shiver down her spine. "We need a plan. We can't just sit here while they…"A klaxon blared, slicing through the tension. A holographic projection flickered to life, revealing the stern visage of Commander Nova, the Prism Corps leader. "All Centurions report to the War Room immediately," his voice boomed, laced with urgency.Astra and Cygnus exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them. This was no time for personal anxieties. The fate of the captured freighter and the safety of countless civilians hung in the balance. With renewed determination, they shouldered their way through the throng of technicians and hurried towards the War Room, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.Inside the War Room, a holographic map of the galaxy flickered on the central table. Nova paced before it, his face grim. The other Centurions – Orion, a stoic warrior radiating celestial energy, and Aurora, a serene figure cloaked in the power of the cosmos – were already gathered, their expressions mirroring Astra's own unease."Nebula has taken the freighter to Xandros, Xanathar's homeworld," Nova announced. "Our intel suggests they're planning to use the freighter's core as a conduit to amplify the Dark Prism's power." A shiver ran down Astra's spine. The Dark Prism, in the wrong hands, could unleash a wave of destructive energy capable of engulfing entire star systems."We need to move fast," Cygnus stated, his voice firm. "An attack on Xandros is risky. Their defenses are formidable.""We don't have a choice," Astra countered, her gaze fixed on the holographic map. "We can't let them weaponize the Dark Prism."A tense silence descended upon the room. The weight of the decision pressed heavily on them. An attack on Xandros could ignite a full-scale war, but inaction could spell doom for countless innocents.Nova cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping across his assembled Centurions. "We formulate a plan," he declared. "A covert operation. We hit Xandros hard and fast, retrieve the freighter, and neutralize Nebula and Xanathar before they can unleash their dark power upon the galaxy."A flicker of hope ignited in Astra's chest. It was a dangerous mission, but it was their only chance. As the Centurions huddled around the holographic map, strategizing their next move, Astra knew this was a battle they couldn't afford to lose. The fate of the universe hung in the balance, and the Prism Corps, humanity's last line of defense, stood ready to face the encroaching darkness.