Ghost recon stuff? Only super-high tech stuff they have is the Cross-Com thingy and the MR-C with the look-around-corner sight. Both are too expensive, complex, or just useless for the heros. They don't have the massive funding or satellite support the Ghosts enjoy, caseless weapons are not either available or not reliable enough for mercenaries. Besides, with the present weapons, you can always use ammo and parts form dead enemies in a pinch. A simple mirror will let you look around corners just fine without requiring 8x AAA batteries, a well-cushioned carry case, and an MIT degree to use/fix/understand the manual. Besides, the mirror can help you shave your face/legs.

Im thinking more of future soldier with the camo suits that make them invisible and stuff

You really think the Future Soldier stuff was going to work? Super-armor, maybe. I don't think the invisibility would work reliably in combat, and soldier's don't need most of the electronic stuff or "smart bullets" . I saw on the Smallville page what appeared to be bad guys in invisibility suits defeated by spray paint. There's always a way around invisible. Suit doesn't hide heat, you might track how they disturb the air, and how do you see when invisible? Besides what happens when both sides are invisible? The future of war is not men in invisible motorcycle suits with smart rockets and robot tanks.

Edit: My bad, it was Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman where invisibility was defeated with paint.

The mercenaries' food supply is basically freezed dried stuff. It mainly consists of powdered eggs, powdered milk, dried meats and fruit, and a couple of dozen boxes of MRE packets.

Here is yet another recast for my mercenaries:

Gregory "Greg" Mallory Archer - Elijah Wood

Anthony "Ares" Childers - Liev Schreiber

Katherine "Katie" Brewster - Mila Kunis

Rocco Allende - Wilmer Valderrama or Edgar Ramirez

Jonathan "Johnny" Hawke - James Franco

Who ya got for sharlto?

Possibly Jeremy Renner.

I fucking love jeremy renner!
even before The Hurt Locker

I de decided to change Ares' main weapon. It'll be a M4A1 carbine fitted with a Leupold CQ/T scope, AN/PEQ-2 laser sighting, Magpul CTR stock, and a Metal Storm 3GL grenade launcher.

I've been on the Renner bandwagon since Dahmer, how about you?

kinda, but dahmer was before my time, and it was kinda weird. but i've loved him ever since i could watch good movies

Here are the actors i wan to play the crew:

Chief - Brendan Gleason

Todd - Jamie Bell

Will - Joel David Moore

Lynn - Zoe Saldana

fixed that for you

I am not obsessed with Mila Kunis. Get that through your head!

fixed that for you

Stop messing with my cast or I'll hit you over the head with a bass.

I'm referring to the fish.

I want the Nostromo to have a somewhat claustrophobic feel to it, like in Das Boot. Since k9870 has been in the Coastguard, he can help get that feeling (mainly the feeling of claustrophobia is found in the engine room).

Well Ive never had claustrophobia, engine rooms are just hot and unconfortable. you spend most of your time on deck though, you dont stay in an engine room, just make rounds sometimes to check on it or if it needs work. Its unsafe to be in that heat for long.

But pretty much, only certain people get claustrophobia

Greg has a nice taste in music. He prefers Edith Piaf, Chet Baker, Phil Collins, and Dusty Springfield. He also prefers early punk music like Iggy Pop and the Stooges. He has a few custom made CD's that he plays on a boom box.

How can you say someone has a nice tatse in music when they don't even have any Judas Priest? FAIL

You fail for not having a more diverse taste in music. ;)

Have him play judas to pump him up before workouts, or battle.

He doesn't seem like a dude who'd listen to Judas Priest

I have to say, you go way further in-depth with your characters than I ever have. Usually my character bios consist of a single 4 or 5 line paragraph describing their course in life from where they were born to present day.

Here's another part of my manuscript:

A hot, caramel colored liquid poured from the coffee machine and into the pot. Greg grabbed a coffee mug off the table and poured himself a cup. He then opened up the refrigerator and started searching for cream. He found a small carton of it on top of a six pack of Castle Lager beer. Greg slowly poured it into the coffee until the pitch black liquid turned into a creamy brown color.

When he had finished his first cup, a six foot tall man walked through the door. He had light brown hair and bulky, muscular arms. He had slate grey eyes, cold as steel. He wore a muscle shirt with a few grease stains, a pair of cargo pants, and black boots. A pair of dog tags hanged around his neck. He carried two pistols, one in a belt holster and the other in a shoulder holster. The belt pistol was a Mark 23 .45 pistol, a fine gun exported from Germany. The other was a .44 caliber Desert Eagle, a custom gun he had got from Israel. The frame of the pistol was stainless while the barrel and slide was black. He sat down in a chair and scratched the back of his head. The man's name was Anthony Childers. Everyone on the boat called him Ares, since he seemed like the modern day god of war.

"Mornin', Ares. Coffee?"

"Sure. Black and add a bit of brandy to it."

Greg grabbed a coffee mug and a bottle of Cognac. He filled the mug a quarter with liquor and the rest with coffee. He handed it to Ares, who took a sip of it.

"You mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead. Shoot."

"Why do you put liquor in your coffee?"

"Well," he said leaning back in his chair, "It gives it more flavor. The combination of the two keeps you awake and puts out the fire in your gut."

"Interesting theory" Greg said, lighting another cigarette.

"You know if you keep smoking those every five minutes, you'll have to start carrying an oxygen tank and smoke from a hole in your neck."

"Relax, this is my second one of the day. Besides, you smoke cigars."

"Yes, but once in a blue moon. Anyway, when will we get back home?"

"In about four hours. I'd better get Johnny up. He's the only person on this boat who knows how to properly pilot this damn thing."

That's pretty good, man

Here's more:

Greg left the kitchen with his cigarette in hand. He walked down the hall and stopped where the music of Steely Dan was heard. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again, this time louder. Still no answer. Finally, Greg kicked the door down, startling Johnny. Johnny was around 27 years old with jet black hair, green eyes, a stubble beard, and skin that had been burnt to a tannish color by the sun. He always wore an olive green flak jacket with a t-shirt underneath, cargo pants, and a pair of Reebok tennis shoes. As of now, he was lying on his bed with a thick, hard cover book in one hand and a Glock pistol in the other.

"You know if you draw a 9mm on a former soldier turned mercenary armed with a .45, you better be ready to use it."

"Jesus Greg, you scared the shit out of me. Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"I did knock. Twice. You obviously didn't hear me since you had your music on so loud."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Music was one of the things Johnny loved most, besides reading and fishing. His taste varied, ranging from Creedance to Beethoven with The Clash, the Stones, and The Doors in between.

"Anyway, listen up. We're about four hours from Cape Town. I want you and Chief to plot out a course. I've had this floating piece of scrape metal on automative drive ever since I headed in for the night. You can get yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen if you like."

Greg shifted his gaze towards the other side of the room. In another bed was a sandy haired young man with blue eyes. He was nervously clutching a rifle.

"Good morning, Todd."

"Seriously Greg, have you ever heard of knocking?"

"I have, but it doesn't work on Johnny." he said heading towards the door. "If you want me, I'll be in my cabin."

"Should we knock or kick the door down?"

"I'd prefer the former."

Greg walked down the hall and entered his cabin. On the righthand side of the room was a cast iron framed bed with a quilt in place of a blanket. On the lefthand side of the room was a dresser with two framed photos on top of it. The first picture was of his unit during his time in the South African Special Forces. The second was of him and Katie. He didn't remember when it was taken but had a feeling that the two of them had been drinking heavily that night. In front of him was a desk and folding chair. On top of the desk was a desk lamp, an ashtray with a few cigarettes in it, and a cleaning kit for his .45. The attire and weapon of his Rwandan mission were scattered across the room.His vest and flak jacket was on the floor along with a khaki shirt and pants. His belt was on his bed, fitted with a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, a half empty canteen, two spare magazines for his handgun, and three unused soviet RGD-5 hand grenades. His R5 assault rifle leaned against his desk.

Greg sat down at the desk and pulled his handgun out of its holster. On one side of the slide read "Kimber" in fancy letters. Below it in smaller letters was "Warrior II .45 ACP Serial No. 03161995". He unloaded it and pulled back on the slide. The chambered bullet flew out of the ejection port, and he caught it with his hand.

Greg turned on his desk lamp and began to disassemble the gun. He pressed down on the disassembly hatch and pulled the slide off. He then removed the barrel and looked through it. It was fairly dusty. He took a bore mop and ran it through the barrel three or four times. He took a swab and cleaned out the magazine well. He then put a thin coat of oil on the weapon. Lastly, he reassembled the gun, loaded a magazine into it, chambered a round, and engaged the safety.

Greg reached under his desk and took out an old stereo. He then opened his desk drawer and among the cluttered mess of pens, coins, and bits and scrapes of paper, he took out a CD case. It was a soundtrack he got made. It mainly featured Chet Baker and Edith Piaf. He took it out of its case, put it into the machine, and hit the "play" button. La Vie En Rose soon filled the room. He adored that women's voice. He loved that beautiful voice. He thought the women's voice was God's gift to man. Greg laid on the bed and closed his eyes, letting his mind go blank.

Nice work, see you got around to writing.

Greg's theme:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vM-6SMMHQ8E

Why can't it be this?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcEgN5oilgM

Because Greg's South African.

Haha good point, that would be silly.

Here are the mecenary's weapons:

* Greg's sidearm is a Kimber Warrior II fitted with Pachmayr grips and kept in a thumbbreak hybird paddle holster. His main weapon in Somolia is a Vektor R5 fitted with two 30 magazines clipped together.

* Ares' two sidearms are a Heckler & Koch Mk. 23 Mod. 0 and a .44 Magnum Desert Eagle Mk. XIX fitted with a stainless frame and black barrel and slide. His Somolia weapon is a Vektor CR-21 fitted with a SUAT Scope and Sound suppressor.

* Rocco's main sidearm is a Heckler & Koch P9S. His weapon in Somolia is a FN FAL 50.00 and an Uzi submachine gun.

* Katie's sidearm is a Sig Sauer P220 Elite Dark. Her Somolia weapon is a Heckler & Koch MP5K PDW fitted with a red dot sight, two 30 round magazines clipped together, and a sound suppressor.

* Johnny's sidearm is a Sig Sauer P229 DAK. His Somolia weapons are a Colt Model 933 fitted with a C-more red dot sight and a Milkor MGL 140.

thought ares was using a metalstorm grenade launcher/custom m4?

By the way, I seriously reccomend against DAK, who makes a trigger with a restet heavier than the initial pull? And who makes a sweet da/sa dao?

Here's the weapon that S&Wshooter's mercenaries use:

* Pieter Van Zyl carries a Star Megastar in a hip holster and a Smith & Wesson 559 in a shoulder holster as his sidearms. His main weapon is a M16A2 fitted with an ACOG scope, KAC M5 RAS, and two 30 round magazines clipped together. His secondary weapon is a KS-23.

* Sean carries an AKS-47 fitted with an RIS handguard and C-more red dot sight. His sidearm is a Browning Hi Power fitted with Pachmayr grips and kept in a Serpa holster.

* Mac Diesel (real name MacKenzie) carries a M249 SAW Para. He also carries a M79 Grenade Launcher.

* Cooper carries a L85A2 fitted with iron sights. He also carries a pair of Glock 17's kept in a dual shoulder rig.

Ya know what'd be awesome? Van Zyl + AR10B on full auto

Here are the mental pictures of my mercenaries for future reference:

Greg
http://lh4.ggpht.com/_p_KvY29nV_w/SJ...hfpress001.jpg

Ares
http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/JTM-020511.jpg

Katie
http://dailystab.com/blog/wp-content...mila_kunis.jpg

Rocco
http://feedessylphes.files.wordpress.../01/wilmer.jpg