I've got 10 other prompts before anymore of actual episode parts make an appearance.

This is set quite early one, before she even met Megatron. She doesn't have the full-face visor but more like her G1 counterpart with the red visor and mouth guard.

Prompt: Soundwave fighting in the pit

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It was tedious, Soundwave silently scoffed, waiting for her name to be called for her entry. This match would hardly last long enough for her to find some sort of amusement from it. She's seen the mech beforehand, gloating to his little posse about how he'd take her down without even trying.

Ha, more like the other way around.

Still it was dull. She might love the buzz the fights gave but she hated—despised—the Pit.

She wanted nothing more than to rip the Boss's spark from his chassis, but alas she was stuck here until she had 'paid of her debt'. Which at this rate was never going to happen, considering how good of a fighter she was, he wouldn't let one of his best fights leave.

It meant he'd lose credits, that was a definite no-no for him.

The only reason she was in this Primus forsaken place was because some over-charged gladiators had tried to force themselves upon her and she's taken them down before they could possible even comprehend fighting back.

They'd been some of the Boss' best fighters too.

She could also use the credits, she was hardly lacking, but what was the harm?

Ah—now that she thought about it—scaring Harmonious with her lack of self-preservation was the harm. The poor mech worried non-stop about her after he'd found out what she'd gotten herself into. Bless his poor spark.

"Mechs and femmes, it's time to once again call out our dearly beloved Soundwave to the pit!" the familiar echoing voice of the Boss reached Soundwave's audios.

Her face guard clamped down, followed by her red visor. She rolled her shoulder joints as her barred door lifted and the light of the arena crept towards her pedes more.

She gave a pursed-lipped smile behind her face guard, taking her time to slowly enter the arena. She was met with the loud, obnoxious cheers and screams of the watchers.

They grew louder as her form stepped into the light, her stone blue armour shinning in the artificial lights of the arena. Her optics behind the dark red visor locked onto the cocky looking gladiator—he was relatively new to the pit. He'd been raising through the ranks quickly, but he wasn't nearly skilled enough to take her on.

She smirked.

He'd gotten cocky and confronted her after her last match, declaring a match between them. Of cause, since it was a challenge, she had to accept it as part of the Pit's rules—a less used one as gladiators preferred to be surprised with who they were fighting.

Still—just because he'd easily beaten lower ranks, didn't mean he was strong enough to take her on. She wasn't being cocky herself, just stating facts. It was a fact that she was superior to many of the gladiators, even as a femme—not that many actually knew that she was a femme.

She was respected among the older and more experienced gladiators—they knew when they were beaten before the match had even started, so they made the fight fun for the audience and Soundwave complied, playing along with them.

Soundwave stopped with a good distance between them, not to close but not too far. Just enough that he'd strike first and give her time to compute his fighting technique.

He did just as she'd been waiting for—running straight towards her as the crowd cheered wildly in excitement.

Soundwave simply side stepped his charge and turned, twisting her helm to watch as he stumbled, trying to gain his balance back.

He faced her again, a snarled on his face-plate and clenched fists.

Soundwave flawlessly blocked them with her slim arms, hardly putting in an effort—just enough that she wouldn't get over confident that she would over look something.

Her opponent was without a doubt angry at her lack of effort.

Soundwave continued to dance around his punches and kicks, throwing her own when he left openings for her to do so.

Rooky mistakes, she silently tut, it's gotten him killed and I'll gladly show him why not to challenge me.

The match was over in a breem. The mech groaning as he bled onto the dusty floor.

Soundwave smiled sadistically behind her face guard. Raising an arm as the crowd cheered for his death.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

and

"Death to the weak! Death to the weak! Death to the weak!"

So she did.

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Breem: ~8.3 minutes