A tremor of unease rippled through the bustling corridors of Prism Corps Headquarters. Nova City's neon luminescence seemed to dim as distress signals blared from a remote Vorlaxian outpost bordering the Null Dimension. The very fabric of reality flickered, a chilling testament to the threat lurking beyond the veil.Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, her fiery red hair a beacon in the control center, slammed her fist on the holographic table. "The Void Reaver. It's here."Cygnus Vortex, the stoic master of gravity, materialized beside her, his dark robes swirling. "The outpost shields are failing. We need to act fast."A new presence stepped forward. Orion Shield, his cobalt battle suit shimmering, radiated unwavering resolve. "I'll lead the ground assault. Stellar Wind, prepare atmospheric control. We can't risk the Reaver manipulating the very air we breathe."A gust of wind swirled around Stellar Wind, her emerald eyes gleaming with determination. "Consider it done, Commander Shield."A commotion erupted near the transport bay. Jace Swift, barely a month into his Prism Corps training, his youthful enthusiasm barely contained by his standard-issue uniform, argued with a stern Denarian guard."I'm going with them!" Jace insisted, his voice tight with urgency."This is no mission for rookies, cadet," the Denarian growled, his hand resting on the hilt of his energy blade."But-"A hand landed on Jace's shoulder. It was Commander Lyra Nova, her silver hair pulled back in a tight braid. Her gaze, usually warm, held a steely glint. "Stand down, Jace. This is beyond your current training."Jace swallowed his frustration. He understood, but the thought of remaining behind while his newfound comrades faced such a dire threat gnawed at him.Across the bay, a cloaked figure materialized beside Vega Specter. "Leave the rookie behind, Nova," Phantom Mirage rasped, his voice laced with amusement. "He'll only slow us down."Vega, his form barely visible, shot Phantom a scathing glance. "We don't abandon comrades, Phantom. Not ever."Suddenly, the alarms blared even louder, drowning out further conversation. A holographic image flickered to life on the central table, depicting the Vorlaxian outpost. The once-proud metallic structures were warped, twisted by an unseen force."The shields are down," Cygnus reported, his voice grim. "They're breaching the outpost."Astra slammed her fist down again. "Then we fight. All available units, mobilize!"Jace watched, his heart pounding, as battle-hardened Centurions and agile Millenniums streamed towards the transport bays. Envy and a flicker of fear warred within him. He longed to be out there, fighting alongside his heroes.Suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder. He turned to see Orion Shield, his expression unreadable."You want to fight," Orion stated more than asked.Jace nodded, determination hardening his jaw. "More than anything."Orion studied him for a moment, then a flicker of a smile crossed his lips. "Gear up, cadet. We might have use for a pilot with a head full of courage, even if it is a bit reckless."A surge of elation shot through Jace. He saluted Orion, a grin splitting his face. "Thank you, sir! I won't let you down."Moments later, Jace found himself strapped into the cockpit of a sleek Prism Glider, flanked by seasoned veterans. Adrenaline coursed through him as the Glider blasted off, propelled by the hum of its hyper warp engine. He was no longer a cadet, but a soldier, hurtling towards a battle unlike anything he could have imagined.As they entered the Vorlaxian system, the sight that greeted them was a nightmare tableau. The once-vibrant outpost was a smoldering ruin, void of life. Eerie tendrils of darkness pulsed from a central fissure, a tear in the very fabric of reality. The Void Reaver, a monstrous entity of pure darkness, pulsed with malevolent energy within the breach.Jace felt a cold dread grip him, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of determination. He was here. He was part of something bigger than himself. This was his first step into the legacy of the Prism Corps, a beacon of light against the encroaching darkness.