Believable weapons

So here I am on a Sunday, the day I’m trying to designate as my day to work on Trait of Honor. While watching the scene unfold in my head I come to a small conundrum. What kind of gun should my leading man have?

Trait of Honor (working title) is a science fiction so it could have weapons of almost any kind. But I can’t just thrust a laser pistol in Juvinich’s hands and call it a day. No no, this is a job for continuity.

Futuristic or primitive?

I chose primitive, but not too primitive.

My reasoning: one half of the social factor in this book are very technologically advanced. They’re the ones that would have the super pulse pistols. Juvinich, by contrast, comes from the other half; the grovelling superstitious peasantry. And that peasantry are grovelling and superstitious because they’re not very educated. They have some technology, but nothing to compare.
Primitive it is.

I almost gave him a powder rifle… ha ha… no.

“Write what you know” – an important bit of advice as well as the title of something I hope to work on very soon.

I don’t know powder rifles that well.

But I do, sort of, know how to load shotgun shells.

Shells it is.

And that is how the military might of Juvinich’s people was born.

Trait of Honor Excerpt 4

“No,” Domino protested.  That was the opening Voice Two needed as he tilted the bottle and the liquid poured out.  Domino choked and swallowed reflexively.  “Stop!” she cried as the bottle was pulled away.

Maybe it was because she had not had the stuff in her system a while, but the drug hit harder and faster than ever before.  The net above her shimmered and wavered dreamily.  “Stop…” Domino said again, but this time she meant the net.  It was disconcerting to see so much happen all at once.  Too much, too fast.  Boat. Boat boat boat.  Didn’t that have something to do with water?

Water… She could do with some water.  She was thirsty. But wait, that net looked kind of pretty once you got used to the billions of rectangular patterns it made as it moved.  Maybe that was her boat. Or the water.

“Watch yer ceiling,” said Voice Two pleasingly.  “It’s pretty than ever, ennit.”

“Yes,” Domino said, grinning.  “I like this ceiling, Voice Two.  I like it a lot.”