When The Decepticons Invented Protogens

A loud banging issued against the metal above the Protocons as they awoke from their recharging pods. "Aren't you lot the ones I need to transport?" asked a gruff voice, riddled with irritation. Aerocip lifted her groggy self out of the pod to face the source of the voice; far larger than her, green with purple accents and parts, odd, she hasn't seen this Decepticon before... Dyne expressed this sentiment too, "who are you, stranger?" The Decepticon crossed his arms in annoyance, "That's nothing you should care about, are yall what Shockwave calls his "latest experiments"?" Aerocip smelled traces of smoke through her olfactory sensors, Pyroat better not say anything that got them in trouble- "Experiments!?" Before she could continue, Aerocip cut her off."Yes, we are the creations of Shockwave, what do you need from us?" The large Decepticon bent over and peered into Aerocip's room; exposing his grey, blocky head and red visor that seems to function as optics. "About time someone talked to me with respect, myself and the other Constructicons have finished making that course Shockwave ordered us to build, and like always, it's my job to bring the cargo to its destination, which in this case, is you." Oh my Primes, she had forgotten all about the course! Aerocip perked up at once, "Then we are to follow you there?" she asked. It seemed the Constructicon hadn't heard her, for he was too busy mumbling to himself, she overheard snippets as he grumbled, "Rest of 'em built it- just load and unload-" Aerocip heard as Dyne chimed in, "Yes, 'Cip. We must follow him to our certification course." The Protocons stepped out of their rooms and followed behind the Constructicon as he guided them. Pyroat took it upon herself to break the silence, "Ok, this might seem a little imposing, but I'm sure we'll do fine!" she walked between Dyne and Aerocip; arms around their shoulders in an attempt to lighten the mood. She tilted her head at Aerocip, "C'mon, 'Cip! Where's your spark? Look at how confident Dyne is!" she gestured to Dyne, who had his head raised high and took long, certain strides; assurance etched into every circuit in his body, yet his expression turned to embarrassment when she pointed this out. Aerocip still had her head down, and her faceplate was riddled with worry. Pyroat huffed, "At least look around! This place is a lot bigger than I thought it was!" Pyroat marveled as they walked through different sections of their base; some sort of communications room, a medical bay, a lab... she wished she could explore more of this expansive place, but when she turned to Aerocip, she was still eyeing the floor. "It's alright, I guess." She mumbled, "I think you're making me feel a little better..." One last steel door opened up to reveal the outside world; bleak and brown, with little to no vegetation. Not as impressive as they were hoping, but it felt nice having that sun on their fur. The Constructicon halted them, "now that we're out here, we're free to go a tad faster..." Before they could ask what that meant, the Constructicon transformed into a large vehicle; the bed of which seemed to be able to hold and dump out large quantities of material. Dyne snapped his digits with satisfaction, "I got it! You must be Long Haul!" The Constructicon grunted, "Are you gonna get in or what? I'm not used to transporting scrap that can talk..."