Inside, robot pirates guarded cages of stolen colour, swirling like liquid sunsets. Iris tip-toed, but her rainbow hair glowed. “Intruders!” Robots lunged. A net of dull chain clanged shut, trapping them. Captain Sable smirked. “Now the galaxy’s final spark is mine.”\
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Iris exhaled slowly, mind whirring. She unclipped her Rainbow Ratchet, twisted, and the tool bloomed into a kaleidoscope cyclone. Spinning it through the chains, she refracted hidden light, turning metal links soft as taffy. Max kicked a gap; they rolled free.\
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Sable aimed the siphon cannon. Iris darted between rusty legs, planting Colour Core crystals in gears. “Adapt!” she shouted. Motors sputtered, then sprayed fountains of teal, coral, and gold. Robots froze, astonished by their own sudden beauty. Even Sable’s cloak flushed fuchsia.\
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Colour burst from the fortress, racing across space like sunrise. Cupcake planets regained frosting swirls; sherbet moons glimmered. Iris offered Sable a prismatic ribbon. “Keep it. Shade or shine, you choose.” The pirate blinked, then tied the ribbon proudly around his hat.