Ben Tennyson struggled against the restraints, his eyes fixed on the Omnitrix, which now seemed both a blessing and a curse. Just as Villgax's clawed hand reached for the device, the chamber door burst open with a resounding crash. Peter Quill (Star-Lord), flanked by Gamora, Drax, Rocket, and Groot, charged in. "Looks like we're just in time," he quipped, blasters at the ready.

The group moved swiftly, Ben now free and transformed into Four Arms, his massive fists smashing through robots with ease. "I love it when he does that," Rocket chuckled, firing his blaster. "No time to waste, we must reach the ship," Drax urged, hurling a robot aside as if it were a toy.

Onboard, Ben and the Guardians quickly realized something was amiss. The silence was broken by the horrifying screeches of Necromorphs emerging from the shadows. "I hate these things," Gamora muttered, slicing through one with her blade. Drax, in his element, hurled the undead creatures with brute force, clearing a path to the control room.

"This ship's gonna blow!" Rocket shouted, scrambling to open the hangar doors. As the ship began to disintegrate, Ben and the Guardians made a hasty retreat to their vessel. "Thanks for the lift," Ben said, catching his breath as they sped away from the doomed ship.

Touching down at the Plumber base, the group was greeted by chaos as Necromorphs attempted to breach the perimeter. Isaac Clarke, already engaged in combat, waved them over. "Glad you could make it. These things are relentless," Isaac grunted, reloading his plasma cutter. Together, they fought their way through the horde, the relentless battle testing their resolve.

Ben, alongside the Guardians and Isaac, stood victorious. "We did it," he breathed, relief washing over him as he spotted Grandpa Max among the evacuees. "Never a dull moment with you, kid," Gamora smiled, resting her weapon on her shoulder. "Thanks for having my back," Ben replied, a new bond forged in the fires of battle.