The neon lights of Nova City pulsed rhythmically, casting an otherworldly glow on the bustling crowds below. Jace Swift, still fresh from the Galactic Academy, adjusted his combat suit, the unfamiliar weight a constant reminder of his new role. He stood alongside Orion Shield, the stoic Centurion whose imposing stature and near-invulnerability were legendary within the Prism Corps."Easy there, rookie," Orion rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. "Nova City can be overwhelming at first, but remember, we're the guardians here."Jace swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Sir, do you think this… Vorlaxian incident is connected to Xanathar Prime?"Orion frowned, his brow ridges creasing beneath his helmet. "We can't rule anything out. The Vorlaxians are a peaceful species, their technology primitive compared to ours. An attack on them would be a strategic oddity for Xanathar."Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught Jace's eye. A shadowy figure, cloaked in darkness, darted across a rooftop, disappearing into the labyrinthine network of neon-lit alleys. A shiver ran down his spine."Did you see that?" he hissed, gesturing towards the vanishing figure.Orion straightened, eyes narrowing. "Alert Commander Nova. This mission just got more interesting."Meanwhile, in the heart of Prism Corps Headquarters...Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, paced the holographic briefing room, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the cool blue glow emanating from the strategic map. Cygnus Vortex, the stoic wielder of the Gravity Prism, hovered beside her. Vega Specter, the enigmatic master of the electromagnetic spectrum, materialized from thin air, a mischievous glint in his eye."Reports from Jace and Orion confirm unusual energy readings near the Vorlaxian outpost," Cygnus stated, his voice resonating with a deep bass.Astra slammed her fist on the holographic table. "This disrupts the delicate negotiations with the Vorlaxian Council. We need to act swiftly."A chiming sound filled the room as Commander Lyra Nova, a woman of steely resolve and sharp wit, materialized via hologram. "Prism Prime, we've intercepted a scrambled transmission originating from the Vorlaxian sector."The image flickered, revealing a shadowy figure, its voice distorted and menacing."The Vorlaxian technology will be ours. The Prism Corps will fall."The transmission abruptly cut off, plunging the room into a tense silence. Vega chuckled, a dry rasping sound."Sounds like we have some unwanted guests to deal with. Perhaps a new villain has emerged from the shadows?"Astra clenched her jaw. "We cannot afford to underestimate this threat. Assemble a strike team. Orion, Jace, and Vega will investigate the Vorlaxian outpost. Cygnus and I will prepare for any potential escalation."On the outskirts of the shimmering city…A sleek Prism Glider, piloted by Jace, sliced through the night sky. Orion sat beside him, his gaze fixed on the holographic map guiding their course. In the backseat, Vega adjusted his holographic disguise, his face morphing into that of a harmless Vorlaxian merchant."Looks like we're approaching radio silence territory," Jace announced, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "This whole mission feels...off."Orion placed a heavy hand on Jace's shoulder. "Stay focused, rookie. We'll get to the bottom of this."As they breached the radio-dead zone, their scanners picked up a chilling anomaly. An enormous, obsidian-black ship, unlike anything they had ever encountered, hovered menacingly above the Vorlaxian outpost. Panic surged through Jace."What is that?!" he cried, his voice strained.A booming voice echoed through the Glider's communication system."Welcome, Prism Corps. You have stumbled upon a gathering of shadows. Consider this a declaration of war."The figure from the intercepted transmission materialized on the bridge of the alien vessel. A malevolent entity, radiating pure darkness, its form vaguely humanoid but twisted and grotesque."This is Void Reaver," Vega whispered, his voice laced with a newfound seriousness. "We have a much bigger problem than we anticipated."As the Prism Glider hurtled towards the inevitable battle, a new chapter in the galactic war had begun. The shadows had crept into the heart of the Prism Corps, and the fate of the universe hung in the balance.