Reflections on choosing a path in a new world

Dara, sometimes he was carried away .... it happened this time too. Day changed to night, night to morning and then day, again night and morning.

Before Dara were the ranks of the miraculous warriors. There was a frame of black bones, exa skeletons, a helmet on her head, eyes made of white crystals under it. On the shoulders there are two gatling guns, one in the center.

Heavy machine guns on four sides. The exoskeleton was clad in armor of melted black and gray bones. A small box with shells was attached to the cannon. It was a box with space magic, with a large number of projectiles created and a cartridge made of different colored bones.

And also semi-eternally from crystals charges for energy devices in a rapid-fire cannon. The ranks of the new colonizers of the lands, they turned out not 30 but 309! Dara, began to think about the need to prepare for them and jetpacks, so that they could move through the air. But this is a magical world, so he put a teleport drawing on his armor.

Now, thanks to this, his warriors could move to any place. Walk on water, be in the air, or travel across continents at once. Unless, of course, they were on this planet or the new world. Who knows? "Why not make a mobile bunker as well? Like a tent, only functional. A portable, fortified point"?

"The frame is light and strong bones, from bones to smelt sheets such as our Kevlar coating or composite materials."

"Crystals for creating a protective barrier, as well as cooking food, receiving light, water, fire, a source of energy to power protection devices"?

"I can have my house in the house"! "Find more crystals to ensure food, water is."

"Now I have two plans for life in this world, a peaceful and modest and the second one is impudent and aggressive"!

"The first to create, but I essentially don't need money, I already have everything, a super rich man"!

"The second way is to take everything you need, without wasting time on negotiations and trade." But Dara remembered that his Grandfather often spoke of "Reasonable Sufficiency."

So, probably what the answer is, so will be hello. If they approach him with an outstretched cake and water, he will trade.

If they go with a shout and a sword, their heads will hang on a spear in front of the entrance to his mobile bunker. "

"Of course, conditional, just the enemy will be confused. Good must be with fists, a very wise Chinese proverb!"