This is my Mythformers AU where the Cybertronians are all from myths and legends. Big thanks to my sister Wildsky for help with figuring out species and ideas!

These are mainly one-shots set in G1, starting right after the bots wake up from stasis.

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Primus save him from canids with broken tails.

Ratchet rumbled moodily and made sure to keep his optics set on the bodies around him instead of the sad looking Wildling by the door. He had more important things to do! All these bots in stasis for example, needed to be checked on.

There were many who hadn't survived the crash into Earth. And those who had were injured badly. The medic had an enormous work load ahead of him with Windcharger short an arm, many mechs dented and full of shrapnel, Bumblebee's legs were useless... Who knew what kind of injuries Optimus was hiding right then. Idiot martyr wouldn't come to the medbay until everyone else was attended to. He made a mental note to check on their Prime soon to make sure he wasn't bleeding out or anything stupid like that. It would be ridiculous to survive everything else and then die of exsanguination.

Of course, if he did die, it wouldn't surprise Ratchet that it'd be something stupid like that. Idiot ran head first into battle. He'd need to have a talk with Ironhide about encouraging that kind of behavior. Having the Matrix of Leadership doesn't make one invincible...

He was pulled out of his mental task list by a near inaudible whine. Taking a deep vent, the shaman slowly turned to look at the door.

Big mistake. The canid's optics were pathetically sorrowful, deep blue reflecting the world's cruelty. How could the universe be so mean as to give him a broken tail? It was the worst sort of pain, a horror of wounds, his optics and wilted form seemed to say. It didn't help that the patchy lighting highlighted the various scratches and dents in the gunmetal gray armor.

"Augh! Fine! Get your aft over here Bluestreak! And quite giving me that look. If Sideswipe can't pull it off on me, neither can you." Ratchet growled, knowing he'd been had. Even though Blue was an adult, he still looked and behaved like a pup.

Metal plates in the form of triangular audio receptors flicked up and the Wildling quickly scrambled over on four legs. The floor in what might have been a storage room was a mess with stalagmites breaking up through the ground, shattered machinery and broken armor from those who hadn't been lucky in the crash laying about. His claws gave off quiet ticking noises as they scratched against rubble. "Thank you Ratchet! Broken tails hurt and it's really bothering me. I can't focus on anything else right now and it's soooo distracting-"

"Zip it and hold still." With a sigh, the medic knelt down to grab the mech by the scruff and drag him closer.

Standing next to the crouched mech, Bluestreak's shoulders rose above Ratchet's even though the Wildling was on all fours. Inspecting the bushy plated tail, Ratchet sighed. It was just a snapped structure junction, making the appendage look like it was broken in two. Canids were so uppity about their tails. Oh, someone stepped on it! Oh, it got caught in a closing door! None of the other Wildlings caused so much trouble when it came to limb injuries. Well... except the many avian species and their wings. Then they were just as bad.

With a quick weld and a tweak on the pain sensors, he had the wound repaired and wrapped the area with metal mesh to keep the overlapped plating from pulling it loose. "Let that be and don't scratch it."

"Thanks Ratchet! I feel better and you are the best medic-" the rest of Bluestreak's gratitude was tuned out.

Giving a grunt in reply instead of an actual 'your welcome', the shaman returned to going through the mess. He pulled out a rather thin mech, no idea on the color with all the rock dust on him, and found a stable spark pulse. Good. Another one to go to the medbay for later. Until they figured out if they had any energon reserves left, anyone in stasis would have to stay in stasis for the time being.

Deciding to be helpful now that his tail wasn't driving him crazy, Bluestreak transformed into his bipedal mode and started to push away the junk. Rolling his optics, Ratchet ignored the chatter that started up. It was never going to be quiet now. Focusing instead on his task, the white and red mech pulled the next body out of the way. Obviously dead, if the giant hole in the chest and busted helm was anything to go by. Hopefully it had been an elemental's shell and the elemental was nearby but Ratchet doubted it. He was never that lucky.

A frown as he examined another one, a large frame partially under collapsed shelving. The medic removed some of the rubble and checked for a spark pulse. At first, nothing. Then a faint energy wave that disappeared almost as soon as it appeared. The mech was still in stasis, but had sustained light damages that had been slowly weakening his spark for millenia. It was a miracle the mech was still online.

"Slag!" He spat in panic. "Bluestreak, clear the hall to the medbay and make sure Hoist is still in there!"

Jumping up, the younger bot lunged into beast mode as he was faster that way and took off for the medbay on swift paws. It was problematic that the comms were still down. Ratchet would have to rely on the gunner to tell the others while he carried the mech. Checking to make sure moving the mech wouldn't kill him, the medic heaved the frame up with a snarl. Medics had to be strong to do their job but that didn't mean they could easily lift every frame type.

Chanting old dark things under his breath to keep death and the spirits at bay, the shaman trundled towards the medbay as quickly as he could.


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Wildlings: A Cybertronian species who shift into a beast-like shape, purely metal to metal with no glamours and usually without special abilities.