Neon signs cast a vibrant glow across the monolithic skyscrapers of Nova City, headquarters of the illustrious Prism Corps. Inside the gleaming central spire, murmurs of activity filled the vast command center. At the heart of it all stood Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, her fiery red hair framing an expression etched with concern. A holographic display flickered in front of her, depicting a frantic distress call from a remote Vorlaxian outpost."Centurion Relay reports an unidentified energy surge on Vorlax 3," a Denarian officer barked, his voice tight with urgency. "Civilian casualties are mounting. We're losing communication."A collective gasp rippled through the room. Vorlax, a peaceful insectoid race known for their bioluminescent cities, was an unlikely target. The air crackled with tension as Astra surveyed her assembled team."Cygnus," she addressed the stoic Cygnus Vortex, his dark hair contrasting his shimmering purple uniform, "assemble a Syfon squad for immediate deployment. Drain the energy source and secure the area."Cygnus inclined his head, a subtle shift in gravity warping the air around him as his squad materialized beside him. Their sleek black combat suits, designed to absorb energy attacks, shimmered with a faint purple glow."Orion," Astra continued, her gaze landing on the imposing figure of Orion Shield, his muscular frame encased in a golden battle suit, "you and Stellar will lead the evacuation efforts. Get the Vorlaxians to safety."A booming voice filled the room, "Stellar Wind reporting for duty, Prime!" boomed Stellar, a jovial Denarian with windswept brown hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Beside him stood the ever-composed Aurora Flux, her silver hair framing an expression of unwavering resolve. Her sleek blue combat suit shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence.Suddenly, a holographic figure materialized beside Astra. Commander Lyra Nova, her silver hair pulled back in a tight bun, her face etched with worry. "Astra," she said, her voice laced with urgency, "we've intercepted a scrambled transmission. It's Xanathar. He boasts of a new weapon powered by a… Void Crystal."A collective gasp resonated through the room. Void Crystals, remnants of the collapsed Null Dimension, were rumored to possess the power to extinguish light and life itself."He threatens to unleash it on Vorlax," Lyra continued, "as a demonstration of his newfound power."Astra's fist clenched. Xanathar Prime, the tyrannical leader of the Xandrosians, had long been a thorn in the Corps' side. His dark Prism, fueled by stolen stellar energy, was a constant threat. But a Void Crystal weapon… that was a whole new level of devastation."We can't let him succeed," Astra declared, her voice resonating with unwavering determination. "Jace Swift, report to the hangar bay. You're piloting the lead Glider alongside Orion and Aurora. This is your first mission, soldier. Make it count."Jace Swift, a young man with fiery red hair and nervous excitement etched on his face, straightened up. He'd only graduated from the Galactic Academy a month ago, his skills untested. But the weight of responsibility settled upon him like a second skin."Yes, Prism Prime!" he saluted, a tremor in his voice betraying his nerves.As the Prism Gliders, sleek starfighters emblazoned with the Corps' insignia, roared to life, a sense of urgency pulsed through the command center. The fate of Vorlax, and potentially the entire galaxy, hung in the balance. The Prism Corps, humanity's shining beacon of hope, was about to embark on a desperate mission against a foe wielding the power of oblivion itself.