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[#163] Dies Irae (Original)
Theme Prompt: #163 - Gift
Title: Dies Irae
Fandom: Original which I named "Vehicles" (based on the universe of "Trucks")
Rating/Warnings: T | wartime setting |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: A special operation team receives the greatest gift one can receive in a war-zone.
AN: This work has nothing to do with current events.
Meet the truck protagonist of the story: a Kamaz-63968
Ilya sat on the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on the road which lay ahead of them. The sound of bombs and artillery fire were dulled but even the heavy amour of the truck couldn’t keep them outside.
It was a day like any other before in the war. Some days had be more dangerous and life-threatening than others. But so far He had protected them and even the lesser religious men among them murmured a “Thanks God” whenever they returned to the base.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Ilya murmured to himself. His co-driver Timur hadn’t heard him, he drew their current route on the map.
Ilya loosened the grip around the steering wheel of the Kamaz 63968. There was no need to hold it with as much force has he had done. He knew where they would head to and the Kamaz knew it as well. Their loyal companion made from steel armor and ceramic who protected the men inside of him from .57 caliber bullets. He was a rolling fortress built for the safety of the soldiers.
Just like some of the soldiers the Kamaz was a thrill-seeker and was glad that he was a military vehicle and not some ordinary truck or one of the race trucks which were participating in the Dakar race.
Yet, as much as he liked to roll through enemy territory, he knew that even he was equipped with the finest technology and a skilled driver this was nothing against his own judgment of any given situation.
Unlike some of their city counterparts the Kamaz and his military comrades trusted their human drivers. They had to have a good relationship in order to fulfill their duty. Since the first sentient trucks had appeared their relationship with the humans has changed, sure there were still hostile truck squads but in the overarching picture the trucks and humans has learned to live together.
Yet, not every truck felt the need to let anyone known that they were sentient and were alright with being an object made from humans to server humans.
‘Sorry’ Ilya apologized in his thoughts.
‘It’s alright. Nothing wrong with being tense.’
In order to be a driver in the military one had to be sensible for communicating with the trucks. It was easier said than be done. Especially military trucks could be stubborn, when they sensed that their driver, or rather the person who might become their driver, wasn’t taking them serious or didn’t treated them as their equal. On the battlefield it didn’t mattered if one was a solider, a commander or a military truck: they were all the same, trying to be alive.
The enemy fire got stronger the closer the team rolled towards their destination. Bullets hit the armor of the Kamaz.
‘Today they’ll make sure we will remember this ride.’
For a split second the engine of the Kamaz made the sound Ilya needed to hear: the truck equivalent of a laughter.
‘When they see what we have in store then they will remember this day even more.’
Timur looked up from his map. “Turn right. There is a short-cut.”
“They surely don’t expect us to take a short-cut.” Ilya grinned as he turned the steering wheel.
But luck wasn’t on their side, when a couple of minutes later they heard not only an increased amount of bullets hitting the Kamaz but also bombs.
‘We will make it out alive. They can’t harm you and us.’ Ilya didn’t had to pretend to be optimistic, he fully believed what he thought from the bottom of his heart.
But soon even the ever optimistic Ilya had to admit that the ambush in which they had driven was a serious one. It was a dilemma: they could fight back but it wouldn’t be very effective but they couldn’t just drive since the attackers outnumbered them and surrounded them from all sides.
‘I have an idea.’
What the Kamaz told Ilya wasn’t what the driver wanted to hear. This was madness and who would guarantee them, that this plan would work.
‘This is crazy. What if it won’t work?’
‘Then we’ll all die. Or we pray to God for a miracle.’
‘Always emphatic and encouraging.’
The Kamaz checked his systems and hoped that he had calculated everything right. They only had this one chance. What he hadn’t told Ilya was, that his plan could go wrong, but only for him. He was ready to sacrifice himself for the men he carried.
‘You ready?’
Ilya nodded softy but he was certain that his Kamaz had sensed his movement of agreement.
Seconds later everything went black. Ilya heard Timur’s voice from afar as if his ears where stuffed with cotton, he felt as if he had just slept for hours in an uncomfortable position.
Besides from the voices of his comrades Ilya heard nothing.
It took him several minutes to understand that the enemies seemed to have retreated.
“They think we’re dead.” That was Oleg’s voice breaking the silence.
“They surely return to check if we’re really dead. We only have a short time frame. I will contact …” Timur began but stopped mid-sentence.
‘You really shouldn’t have.’
Ilya sensed that even the crew was alive their Kamaz wasn’t.
It was one thing to destroy an armored vehicle like him but it was another one to neglect to directly check upon the crew inside. What if they couldn’t open the doors?
But that didn’t mattered to Ilya at the moment. He didn’t heard Timur who really reached someone.
‘We owe you our lives. You gave us another chance to stay alive.’
Ilya stroke over the steering wheel. They were alive, that was the greatest gift they could receive in a war-zone.
‘I promise you, I’ll make sure they patch you up.’
No answer and he would never receive one from his Kamaz every again.
‘I’m glad I was your partner, comrade.’
Ilya exhaled deeply and waited for the rescue team to arrive.
Title: Dies Irae
Fandom: Original which I named "Vehicles" (based on the universe of "Trucks")
Rating/Warnings: T | wartime setting |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: A special operation team receives the greatest gift one can receive in a war-zone.
AN: This work has nothing to do with current events.
Meet the truck protagonist of the story: a Kamaz-63968
Ilya sat on the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on the road which lay ahead of them. The sound of bombs and artillery fire were dulled but even the heavy amour of the truck couldn’t keep them outside.
It was a day like any other before in the war. Some days had be more dangerous and life-threatening than others. But so far He had protected them and even the lesser religious men among them murmured a “Thanks God” whenever they returned to the base.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Ilya murmured to himself. His co-driver Timur hadn’t heard him, he drew their current route on the map.
Ilya loosened the grip around the steering wheel of the Kamaz 63968. There was no need to hold it with as much force has he had done. He knew where they would head to and the Kamaz knew it as well. Their loyal companion made from steel armor and ceramic who protected the men inside of him from .57 caliber bullets. He was a rolling fortress built for the safety of the soldiers.
Just like some of the soldiers the Kamaz was a thrill-seeker and was glad that he was a military vehicle and not some ordinary truck or one of the race trucks which were participating in the Dakar race.
Yet, as much as he liked to roll through enemy territory, he knew that even he was equipped with the finest technology and a skilled driver this was nothing against his own judgment of any given situation.
Unlike some of their city counterparts the Kamaz and his military comrades trusted their human drivers. They had to have a good relationship in order to fulfill their duty. Since the first sentient trucks had appeared their relationship with the humans has changed, sure there were still hostile truck squads but in the overarching picture the trucks and humans has learned to live together.
Yet, not every truck felt the need to let anyone known that they were sentient and were alright with being an object made from humans to server humans.
‘Sorry’ Ilya apologized in his thoughts.
‘It’s alright. Nothing wrong with being tense.’
In order to be a driver in the military one had to be sensible for communicating with the trucks. It was easier said than be done. Especially military trucks could be stubborn, when they sensed that their driver, or rather the person who might become their driver, wasn’t taking them serious or didn’t treated them as their equal. On the battlefield it didn’t mattered if one was a solider, a commander or a military truck: they were all the same, trying to be alive.
The enemy fire got stronger the closer the team rolled towards their destination. Bullets hit the armor of the Kamaz.
‘Today they’ll make sure we will remember this ride.’
For a split second the engine of the Kamaz made the sound Ilya needed to hear: the truck equivalent of a laughter.
‘When they see what we have in store then they will remember this day even more.’
Timur looked up from his map. “Turn right. There is a short-cut.”
“They surely don’t expect us to take a short-cut.” Ilya grinned as he turned the steering wheel.
But luck wasn’t on their side, when a couple of minutes later they heard not only an increased amount of bullets hitting the Kamaz but also bombs.
‘We will make it out alive. They can’t harm you and us.’ Ilya didn’t had to pretend to be optimistic, he fully believed what he thought from the bottom of his heart.
But soon even the ever optimistic Ilya had to admit that the ambush in which they had driven was a serious one. It was a dilemma: they could fight back but it wouldn’t be very effective but they couldn’t just drive since the attackers outnumbered them and surrounded them from all sides.
‘I have an idea.’
What the Kamaz told Ilya wasn’t what the driver wanted to hear. This was madness and who would guarantee them, that this plan would work.
‘This is crazy. What if it won’t work?’
‘Then we’ll all die. Or we pray to God for a miracle.’
‘Always emphatic and encouraging.’
The Kamaz checked his systems and hoped that he had calculated everything right. They only had this one chance. What he hadn’t told Ilya was, that his plan could go wrong, but only for him. He was ready to sacrifice himself for the men he carried.
‘You ready?’
Ilya nodded softy but he was certain that his Kamaz had sensed his movement of agreement.
Seconds later everything went black. Ilya heard Timur’s voice from afar as if his ears where stuffed with cotton, he felt as if he had just slept for hours in an uncomfortable position.
Besides from the voices of his comrades Ilya heard nothing.
It took him several minutes to understand that the enemies seemed to have retreated.
“They think we’re dead.” That was Oleg’s voice breaking the silence.
“They surely return to check if we’re really dead. We only have a short time frame. I will contact …” Timur began but stopped mid-sentence.
‘You really shouldn’t have.’
Ilya sensed that even the crew was alive their Kamaz wasn’t.
It was one thing to destroy an armored vehicle like him but it was another one to neglect to directly check upon the crew inside. What if they couldn’t open the doors?
But that didn’t mattered to Ilya at the moment. He didn’t heard Timur who really reached someone.
‘We owe you our lives. You gave us another chance to stay alive.’
Ilya stroke over the steering wheel. They were alive, that was the greatest gift they could receive in a war-zone.
‘I promise you, I’ll make sure they patch you up.’
No answer and he would never receive one from his Kamaz every again.
‘I’m glad I was your partner, comrade.’
Ilya exhaled deeply and waited for the rescue team to arrive.
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