And 9S is now close enough to grab Loki's hand.

The world is pulsing and twisting around them - a roiling mass of chaos - 

But Ash, with so much of the pressure taken off, feels suddenly able to direct it. 

All right, asshole. See how you like reality rending around you.

Ronan is not so much a fan.

Because Ash has turned him into a fine mist.

Yeah.

And now for the finale: don't turn themselves or the entire ship around them into a fine mist!

That one's going to be a little harder.

She's got the entire team helping, though. 

There's no need to fight alone.

Ffffffuck.

That does help, somehow.

And - 

The Reality Stone calms. Barely. But enough they can probably force it into a container. 

...Anyone got something like that?

Gamora had worked with Chewie to rig one up, earlier. It's not as robust as the one containing the Power Stone - but it'll do. 

Pass it over, then.

Chewie coughs it up! 

Then in it goes.

...And now they're on an enemy ship with some very pissed off lieutenants and some half panicking, half pissed off grunts.

Time to cut their way to an escape ship?

Yep!

Right. Let's do this.

After Ronan, the rest of the crew are pretty much a piece of cake - especially for 2B, Loki, and Ash. And 9S is able to secure them a fast and discreet getaway ship. 

Finally, some good fucking luck.

"Holy shit we did it!!!" Rocket starts cackling once they're clear. 

"Yeah we fuckin' did."

"Let's break out the good booze when we get to your ship."

"Bold of you to assume I keep any of that in reserve."