Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, surveyed the holographic map flickering above the polished chrome table in the war room. Her brow furrowed beneath the golden crest of the Prism Corps. A distress beacon pulsed from the remote Korvax outpost on the fringes of the Andromeda Galaxy – a vital monitoring station for the ever-expanding Null Barrier, a construct of Prism energy shielding the known universe from the horrors of the Null Dimension."Report, Cygnus," she ordered, her voice radiating calm authority.Cygnus Vortex, the stoic Denarian Centurion with swirling galaxies tattooed across his shaved head, adjusted the holographic display. "Preliminary scans indicate a dimensional tear in the Null Barrier, causing energy fluctuations in the surrounding systems. The outpost hasn't responded to hails for the past standard hour."A tense silence blanketed the room. Beside Cygnus stood Orion Shield, the newest Centurion, his bulky, obsidian-hued battle suit a stark contrast to Cygnus' sleek, silver armor. His cerulean eyes shimmered with concern."Could it be Xanathar?" he rumbled, his voice deep like a tectonic tremor."Unlikely," Vega Specter, the enigmatic Syfon Warrior, materialized from a shimmer of light, his form barely visible thanks to his mastery of the Spectrum Prism. "No traces of Xandroshian energy signatures detected."A gasp escaped Jace Swift, a fresh recruit with a mop of unruly brown hair poking out from his standard-issue helmet. He sat at the back of the room, his gaze glued to the holographic map. He barely contained his excitement, his youthful idealism a stark contrast to the seasoned veterans surrounding him.Sensing his apprehension, Commander Lyra Nova, a Denarian with fiery red hair and a steely resolve, placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Easy, rookie. We'll assess the situation and formulate a plan."A klaxon blared, slicing through the tension. A holographic projection flickered to life, revealing a frantic Korvax technician, his voice crackling with static. "Under attack! Unidentified… monstrous creatures… breaching the barrier…" The transmission cut out abruptly.Astra slammed her fist on the table. "Deploy the First Legion immediately. Orion, you're with them. Secure the outpost and investigate the tear."Orion nodded, a resolute glint in his eyes. With a hiss, his battle suit sealed around him, and he vanished in a burst of blue light. The holographic projection flickered back to life, displaying a hulking transport ship, its hull emblazoned with a swirling purple symbol – a mark Jace didn't recognize. Grotesque, tentacled creatures swarmed its hull, their forms pulsating with an unnatural violet light."We've never encountered anything like that," Vega muttered, a hint of unease in his voice.Suddenly, the holographic display flickered wildly. A chilling voice echoed through the war room, distorted and laced with malice."The shadows lengthen, Prism Corps. Your precious barrier crumbles. The Void Reaver shall claim this galaxy, and you will all perish in the darkness!"The transmission cut out, plunging the room into a heavy silence. Astra's eyes burned with righteous fury."Nebula… that rogue Prism," she growled. "She must be behind this. Vega, assemble a team. We're tracking her down."A grim determination settled over the Prism Corps. The battle for the galaxy had just begun, and the line between light and darkness had never been thinner. As Jace watched the seasoned heroes assemble, his youthful nerves warred with his newfound resolve. He was a mere rookie, but he was a Prism Corps member now. And in this universe, courage was the most valuable currency.