30 Days of Hell
Prologue
I remember long ago, when I was a child. I would run outside one day every year and look to the skies. I would sit and wait, sometimes for hours. I would wait for the rain. The gray and black metal drops would fall several feet from the air, the wind whistling around them as they flew toward the ground.
They would smash into the earth miles away, and seconds later a thunderous roar would follow their impact, accompanied by a small vibration. I cherished these moments, and wondered if I could be one of them, the iron raindrops that thundered through the sky. One of them, the ODST's.
Years ago, living on Pariah, I always wanted to be an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper. Every kid on Pariah wanted to be an ODST. It was one of the only things the small planet colony was good at, and the Parian ODST divisions were the best. Many UNSC battles in the outer rim were victorious due to the heroic Parians.
