The famous Russian writer Anton Chekhov had a rule:
Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it’s not going to be fired, it shouldn’t be hanging there.
This is, of course, where we get the trope called Chekhov’s Gun. If a gun shows up at the beginning of a story, you can almost always be sure that it will be fired at some point before the end.
Chekhov’s armory is where the story starts out in a place like this:
Or this:
Or this:
What the hell, I might as well just give you the link to the blog where I got all these photos. There’s plenty more gun porn where that came from.
My first time playing with this trope was Gunslinger to the Stars, and I have to say, it made for a really fun story. My outline literally consisted of listing a different gun for every chapter, and figuring out how to work it in. Chapter two was where all most of the guns were listed, but after that, it was pretty much “open fire” and “reload” right up to the grand finale at the end (with a little bit of kissing thrown in for good measure).
Seriously, though, it’s not a bad way to write a book: list all the things that need to go boom and figure out which order to put them in.
The biggest criticism I’ve received for Gunslinger to the Stars is that I should have described the guns in a more personalized detail. To be honest, my life experience is sadly lacking in this regard. I own a couple of guns, most notably an old Mosin 91/30, but most of my shooting experience comes from the Boy Scouts (though to be fair, I did impress the shotgun shooting instructor with a 40+ shot streak). This is a shortcoming that I am eagerly working to rectify.
So yeah, Chekhov’s Armory. It’s a really fun trope to write. When I’m finished with Sons of the Starfarers, I look forward to doing it all again with the next two books in the trilogy: Gunslinger to the Galaxy and Gunslinger to Earth. Expect book two before the end of 2018!
Sam Kletchka here, freelance gunslinger and interstellar privateer. This, my friends, is how I went from being stranded in the armpit of the galaxy to becoming the luckiest human being in the universe.
I was going to write another trope post for this Monday, but I got a little carried away with family history research (on the Texas Czech lines, no less), so instead I’m going to share another excerpt from my current WIP: Gunslinger to the Stars. I’m happy to report that it’s coming along fantastically well and the first draft should be finished early February.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with Gunslinger, it’s basically Monster Hunter International meets Guardians of the Galaxy. I’m not as much of a gun nut as Larry Correia, but I hang out with a lot of friends who are, and they’re helping me out with that aspect of the story. The main character is Sam Kletchka of New Texas, one of the Gliese colonies in Earth-space, and his love of guns is as Texan as you can expect:
Before I continue, I should take a few moments to introduce you to my guns. I’ve acquired quite a variety in my travels, but when I started out from New Texas, I had only six. These weapons form the core of my arsenal, and have gotten me out of more hard spots than I can recount.
My father was never particularly religious, but my mother was a devout Christian, and she made me read the Bible cover to cover before I left home for the stars. In the quiet moments between adventures, I sometimes pull out my pocket KJV to read a passage or two. My favorite is the book of Psalms, and on the long voyage from New Texas to Aldebaran, I must have read it a dozen times. About midway through the voyage, I read the following passage in Psalm 36:
5 Thy Mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.
6 Thy righteousness is like the great mountains; thy judgments are a great deep; O Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
7 How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
It was from this verse that my guns got their names.
MERCY is a supressed Ruger 22 Charger™ Rimfire Pistol. She’s fairly small and doesn’t pack much of a punch, but she’s as silent and stealthy as a Zan cloakship in deep space. Besides being perfect for cloak-and-dagger type stuff, Mercy is also quite excellent for hunting small game, on the few occasions where I’ve been stranded planetside without supplies.
The next two are AR-15 uppers that I can swap out depending on my needs. FAITHFULNESS is a suppressed 300 Blackout with a 9” barrel, perfect for boarding action. I use a homemade subsonic round with the ballistics tuned down just a notch, to allow for onboard fire that won’t accidentally puncture the ship’s hull. The suppressor is excellent for firing in confined spaces, and the standard 30 round magazine has plenty of capacity for most jobs.
RIGHTEOUSNESS is a .50 Beowulf upper that I can swap out for Faithfulness. This massive gun packs an enormous punch, enough to blow through a bulkhead and vent some atmo. I mix an oxidizer in the cartridges to allow it to fire in a vaccuum, making it an excellent weapon for EVA assaults. You just have to be careful to lock your magnetic boots firmly onto the ship’s hull, otherwise Newton’s third law will send you flying.
JUDGMENT is an M203 grenade launcher that attaches quite nicely onto Faithfulness and Righteousness. She makes the rifle a little heavier, but in zero gravity, that doesn’t really matter much. With the proper munitions, Judgment can light up a firefight like Christmas.
PRESERVATION is an 18” Mossberg 590A1™. She’s a tough little girl that can pack a serious punch. The best thing about shotguns, though, is that the ammunition is super easy to fabricate. That’s no small thing when you have to fab all your ammunition yourself. For that reason, if I were stranded on a desert planet and could take only one of my guns with me, it would be Preservation.
LOVE is my father’s trusty old 1911 9mm. She’s been in the family for quite a while, and when I left the Gliese colonies for the stars, he wanted me to take her. Besides being stupidly rugged, the 1911 is also quite easy to maintenance or to fabricate replacement parts. For that reason, it’s the handgun of choice for most offworld colonists.
KINDNESS is the Gliese Arms 2011 .45 ACP that you’ve already met. The 2011 is a lot like the 1911, but the 140mm double stack magazine allows for a capacity of 14+1, not bad for a .45. As you already saw from the gunfight at the Oasis, Kindness is a great gun for everyday carry, when you don’t know what you’re gonna need.
TRUST is a Himalayan Imports Chainpuri 15” Kukri: not a gun, but an excellent combat knife. The Nepalese Gurkhas were some of the most badass warriors of Earth, and the kukri is their signature weapon. I acquired Trust at the Earthfleet Academy on Luna, after winning a game of poker with my fellow cadets. She’s such a beauty, I wouldn’t dream of ever gambling her away.
Those are the weapons I started out with, and the main core of my personal arsenal. Over the course of my travels, I’ve picked up a few others, but I’ll introduce them to you later.
Tomorrow, I get to write about Sam’s other three guns: Faith, Hope, and Charity. These are alien weapons that he re-engineered for human use (he’s a fairly decent gunsmith—has to be, since he’s usually the only other human wherever he goes). True to its namesake, the greatest of these is Charity, for Charity never faileth, and whosoever is found possessed of it at the last day (or the end of the book), it shall be well with him.
Needless to say, Gunslinger to the Stars has a veritable arsenal of Chekhov’s guns. Before it’s over, I intend to fire them all. Repeatedly. If Sam had a theme song, this would probably be it:
Or this:
Or this:
What the hell, I might as well just give you the link to the blog where I got all these photos. There’s plenty more gun porn where that came from.
