"Give 'em my regards, Sammy," she smiled, monitoring the ship's systems as Sam headed out to bust a few new holes in the bigger ship. Joelle was able to get a couple of shots off, but it barely seemed to make a difference. They really needed to do something about that cannon.
The larger vessel had changed course, and she leaned over the radar to confirm before broadcasting over the com to her siblings, "Big boy's headin' to ground. I say we meet him there."
The call was Sam's to make, but it seemed like if the other ship was still able to land itself, it was best for them to engage with them on the ground, where they didn't have to worry about creating a debris field from all of the damage or towing the ship down there themselves. Odds were that even if the other crew had mutants, they weren't nearly as powerful as their group.