"Can we reuse the container the Power stone was in?"

"The Reality Stone is supposed to take a different shape - it's more... Liquid, or gaseous. And more aggressive."

"Fun."

"Tivan might have a safe container set up."

"We should check."

Rocket will grab the Power Stone's empty casing. "Might wanna store the Power Stone in this if we can get it back in. It'll be easier on Chewie."

Ugh, guess they're doing this shit.

"Let's grab the Reality Stone and get out of here, first."

"Sounds like a plan."

To the vault!

- Except their trip over is interrupted by the sounds of arriving ships, and of powerful canons being fired - by distant explosions -

"The fuck's happening now?"

The problem with the network being fried is that it's really hard to figure that out - until the problem comes to them, in nightmarishly familiar ship silhouettes racing overhead, visible through the shattered dome ceiling. 

Ronan's ships. 

Not that Ash recognizes those.

2B and 9S do.

"Ronan has caught up. I suggest we get to the ship."

She curses. "I don't want to leave the Reality Stone where he can get it - "

"It will be worse if he catches us with it."

Fuck. 

And maybe he won't find it - Ronan isn't exactly known for being thorough at anything other than slaughter. 

"...Alright. Let's go."

Yeah, Ash is in favor of Plan Don't Get Murderized By A Fucking Army What The Fuck.

They'll have to move quickly. 

- A plan mildly interrupted by Chewie retching a little, though they don't start vomiting just yet. 

Oh hell.

"Rocket, can you get Chewie to cough it up back into the container-"

"They don't got the best aim - "

"Well at least fuckin try because I don't want to have to scrape it up off the floor!"

She tries to prop the opened orb in front of Chewie? No way she's putting her hands near potential projectile explosive vomit. 

Hopefully that works.