Ugh, I cannot apologize enough for how long this took. It would have been up sooner, but my internet connection decided to go on holiday and leave me offline for numerous days. It's back now, thankfully~ I've also had GCSEs delay me, what with exams and coursework and all that. Eh, joy. Another reason is that I've been playing Sonic and SEGA All Stars Racing to death. If you haven't brought it, I encourage you to do so! A worthy rival to Mario Kart, and it also has Ulala as a playable character! =) It's nice to see SEGA still remember our groovy reporter after all these years~

So, we last left Spaceport 9 in the midst of an attack, and Lucas and his pals were also ambushed. Things don't look all that good, do they? Well, with Ulala coming in this chapter, things will soon be bright again! =) Now we get to inject some Space Channel 5ness into this!

Basically, this is where we start getting the game's mechanics come in. I expect some of you will be a little confused and mystified, but that's how you're suppose to feel when you first encouter SC5. Long-time fans will hopefully be smiling at the sweet nostalgia...I hope!

Anyway, enough delays! Read on and enjoy!

~Chapter 3: Ulala's Comeback!~

When she headed through the terminal entrance, Ulala wasn't surprised to see various people fleeing for their lives, screaming at the top of their lungs. However, the space reporter was used to it by now, and she had been taught at a young age that a hasty reporter never gets the scoop. Thus, Ulala allowed a deep breath to enter through her nose before striking her traditional pose; a leg swing to the left, an arm swaying right, and her other arm pointing forward. In her hand was her microphone. As the last few people rushed past Ulala, she calmly began walking forward, swaying her microphone-less arm back and forth.

"Hey there spacekats, this is Ulala coming at 'cha from Spaceport 9. A few months back, the brainwashed Morolians invaded Spaceport 9 and started forcing people to dance! Well, now we've got word that Spaceport 9 has been attacked again. We don't know the culprits, but we're gonna find out!"

"Alright Ulala, we've got a signal on those culprits! And it looks lik-"

"...that they've taken hostages." Ulala finished for Fuse, and her eyes widened as she took notice of the small black robots dancing about a small distance away from her in the first hall lobby, with hostages behind them. By now, the entire spaceport was almost cleared of people.

"If these robots are back..." But Ulala's thoughts were interrupted by the helpless murmurs of the robots' hostages.

"What's...happening..." A tall man in a blue shirt and red jeans asked, spinning around continuously on the spot.

"I'm...gonna...hurl..." A pink haired girl next to him spoke. The other person was a small blonde kid who seemed incredibly embarrassed at being forced to dance; his face tomato red. There was even a dog captive with them who seemed the share the boy's exact emotion with it's annoyed, grim face. All of them had a slight tinge of blue around them; which Ulala recognised as a sign of brainwashing.

"Don't worry," Ulala spoke smugly, stepping back and forth slightly and her arms swaying down alternatively as if warming up for the battle. "I'll help you guys out!"

"Get on it, Ulala! Show these cheap bots a dance or two!" Fuse's voice cracked through her headset.

"Let's dance!" Ulala yelled, extending both her arms forward.

"Up...Up...Up!" The robots commanded, forcing their victims to copy them as they pushed their arms into the air.

"What...the...heck..." The pink-haired girl said.

"Up...Up...Up!" Ulala repeated, swinging her hands up above her.

"Down...Down...Down!" This time, the little robots bent down.

"Down...Down...Down!" Ulala pointed down whilst bending slightly.

"Right...Left...Right...Left!" They went back forth, extending their arms in either direction.

"Right...Left...Right...Left!" Ulala went from side to side with her arms, and as she flawlessly copied the dance movies of the robots, they suddenly sparked and collapsed in a heap on the spaceport floor, whilst the four victims were freed and flew up into the air.

"That wasn't so hard." Ulala smirked, spinning her arms in the air.

"You were great!" Fuse cheered.

Ulala then stepped forwards and backwards, slightly shaking her wrists and stuck one leg behind the other, as the now-free hostages joined behind her. Then, she jumped into the air with a "Whoo!", pumping her fist upwards.

"Let's head for the elevator!" She yelled, swinging her arms back and forth as she stomped forward. However, she couldn't hear any other stomps beside hers, and when she turned round to see why, the four people she had saved were just standing there.

"Huh?" She was confused; the role of a space reporter was simple. Out-dance baddies, save hostages, strut forward and well in order to gain ratings. (Not to mention fans.) So why weren't these guys doing it?

The pink-haired girl seemed angry, and walked forward to Ulala, her hands clenched into fists.

"Alright, I don't know who the hell you are, or even where the hell we are...but what the hell was THAT all about?!?" She shouted.

Ulala blinked as the other three (the man, the boy and the dog) came forward.

"Um...Kumatora...p-please don't shout at her..." The blonde haired boy whispered, covering his ears slightly. He never did like it when people got angry. It intimidated him.

"Besides...I t-think she just...saved us. Is that...right?" He looked up at Ulala now, and a small smile had appeared on the boy's face as he lowered his hands from his ears.

"Yeah, of course I did!" Ulala replied. "That's what I do, after all." She allowed a small smirk to escape her lips. "Those robots were forcing you to dance, and I out-danced them!"

The small dog suddenly gave a bark, and Lucas caught Boney's words in his head.

"Forcing us to dance? Well, that's new, even by today's standards."

The girl called Kumatora crossed her arms and scowled. "What kinda robot makes people dance? Not even the Pigmask army would've done that."

"Pigmask army?" Ulala blinked.

"So...where exactly are we?" The man asked.

"This is...Spaceport 9. Weren't you guys already here when they attacked?" Ulala asked.

"I dunno! We were taken from our village and those robots musta brought us here..." Kumatora looked around suspiciously. "This place looks pretty high-tech. It wouldn't be a Pigmask base, would it?"

"But the Pigmask army broke up, Kumatora. And you saw all those people fleeing." The man pointed out.

"Ulala! Quit wastin' time and get on it! The other reporter's musta beaten you to the scoop by now!" Fuse yelled.

"Who's that?" Kumatora asked, her ears picking up the loud screech from Ulala's headset.

"Ack! My boss! I need to get going while there are still people to save! Sorry, but if you guys won't help, then I've gotta jet!" Ulala turned on the spot and began strutting across the lower lobby.

"H-hey! Don't just leave us...here..." Kumatora yelled, but it was no use. Lucas, meanwhile, seemed to have come a decision, his face one of determination.

"Lucas?" Duster asked, staring down at the boy.

"I-I don't really get...what's going on...but it seems that people are in trouble and we should help out..."

"Well, I get what ya mean Lucas, but we don't even know where we are..." Kumatora pointed out.

"Then why don't we follow that girl? She seems to know where's she heading." Duster answered.

Kumatora gave a nod. "Sounds good to me. Lucas?"

The boy gave a brief smile. "Of course..."

"Where the HELL is she?!"

They had walked across the lower lobby, and entered the elevator-like pods at the far end. Kumatora took on a slight grimace, and when Lucas asked why...

"This place seems...more cheerful, but it still reminds me of something those Pigmasks would build."

He had nodded, and they had all ascended upwards to a higher floor...but the lilac-haired girl from earlier in the orange get-up was nowhere to be seen. Kumatora was fuming.

"Great...now what do we do?"

"She has to be around here somewhere. I say we move forward and and try to find her." Duster explained.

"But this place is so big..."

"We'll find her..." Lucas looked up at Kumatora and smiled. "I'm sure of it."

She grinned back; if Lucas was optimistic, then no reason why she shouldn't be. "Alright."

"Hey, aren't those robots over there?"

Duster nodded in the direction of several small, black robots, where two shockingly pink-clad people were doing the strangest dance with a series of lights above their head.

"Guess we oughta help 'em out!" Kumatora yelled, boldly jumping forward. As she did this, she snapped her fingers, and a spark of bright lights emerged; a sign of her PSI powers. As she got near them however, Kumatora suddenly found herself brought to a stop, now standing in front of the robots.

"What the?!" She exclaimed. The robots were stepping from side to side, before suddenly launching into command.

"Up! Down! Left!"

"What. Is. This?!" As Kumatora said each word, her body twisted out of her control; her attempts to reach and attack the robots failing miserably.

"Down! Left! Down!" They were now forcing their poor hostages to join in behind them; one a man, the other was a woman. Not only were they both wearing pink outfits with the familiar tinge of blue Lucas recognised from earlier, but even their hair was the same colour.

"You. Metallic. Punks!" Boing sounds occurred as Kumatora's body again seemingly moved all over the place in a silly manner. Duster and Boney were watching puzzled and worried for her safety, while Lucas was concentrating hard.

"Kumatora," Lucas called out as the Robos began to hop up and down, mocking her. "Copy their moves."

"W-What?!"

"You'll see! Trust me, okay?" Her response was a grumble as the Robos suddenly launched into more dancing.

"Down! Down! Right!"

"Down! Down! Right!"

Everyone was taken aback as Kumatora moved her body and pointed down twice, before extending her arm right.

"I...uh...guess that worked, then?" She said, looking surprised at what she had just done herself.

"Great! Keep it up!" Lucas cheered.

"Up, Down, Chu Chu Chu!"

"Chu? What's Chu?!" Kumatora yelled in frustration, completely forgetting the commands. Suddenly, there was a ZAP and the pink-haired girl was knocked back by a shot from the Robo's eyes.

"Kumatora, you alright?" Duster asked, bending down next to her.

"NO!" Her shout caused man, boy and dog to back away from her slightly. "I just got beat by a bunch of midget robots!"

"Well, what do you know! I never thought someone could do such pathetic dancing."

The group turned to see the speaker had been a girl, around the same age as Kumatora. Her hair was braided into green dreadlocks, and she wore a blue tube top and skirt. Her legs were covered with criss-cross tights, and she also donned white, sleek boots that went up to her knees.

"Seriously, did a space grandma teach you to dance?" Her face showed several signs of eye liner and lipstick, and this all seemed to make her smug expression all the more unfriendly. Lucas was not one to judge people, but he could tell this was a girl who loved herself a little too much.

"What do you mean, dancing?! I was just copying their moves!" Kumatora exclaimed furiously.

"With barely any flair." The girl remarked. She suddenly hopped in front of the group, bending slightly and extending her arm out.

"Good evening, everybody! It's me, Pudding!" She was now speaking into a pink microphone, and Lucas and 'co looked at themselves, before all asking the same question.

"What kind of name is Pudding?"

"Don't you DARE insult the great Pudding!" There was a strong vibration in the air that forced them all to cover their ears with their hands; even Boney ducked down with his paws over his head. Lucas could feel his own ears were almost at the point of being popped. When he looked up, he saw three men now behind Pudding. They all wore the same outfits; white with pink square markings on their chests, and black sleeves that were finished with white gloves. They all had pink hair, even cut the exact same way, and their eyes were covered by goggles. It was almost frightening to see the trio, as they were exact duplicates of each other. The only difference was that one of them had a guitar and was strumming it. As Lucas's eyes fell upon it, he realized the source of the vibration that had nearly harmed their hearing.

Kumatora stood up now, not baring to be on the floor any longer.

"What's the big idea, jerks?!" And Boney growled his approval, causing Pudding to give a small shriek.

"G-Get that mangy mutt away from me!" She hopped back slightly, and she suddenly turned around with a worried look on her face. The men turned around, glaring at Boney. Duster gave a small sigh; he was not a big fan of awkward moments like this.

"So, anyway everyone! These freaky weird robots have taken some poor hostages! Because I, the great Pudding, am so kind, I shall release them with some stellar dancing!"

Pudding suddenly approached the robots, swinging her free hand back and forth. She began shaking her wrists slightly in the air, her hands balled in fists. Then, she turned around to notice the rest of her group still at odds with Boney.

"GET OVER HERE ALREADY!"

"Ah! S-Sorry, Great Pudding!" The men almost bounced over to her, and joined her in wrist-shaking. Then, Pudding suddenly extended both her arms forward, giving a cry of "Let's dance!".

"Down, Up Up Up, Chu Chu Chu!" The robos went from bending down to extending their hands in mid-air, to then pointing forwards. Their poor victims were still being forced to dance along with them.

"Watch and learn, hag!" Lucas and Duster suddenly had to grab Kumatora as she made for Pudding, her expression seething.

"Down!" Pudding and her minions bent their backs down, keeping their legs steady as their upper bodies fell to face the floor.

"Up Up Up!" Now they were raising their arms into the air, making what seemed to Lucas as a sort of V shape. For victory, perhaps?

"Chu Chu Chu!" Bending her legs every so slightly, Pudding pointed forward with her hand with her palm curved towards her face, which almost seemed arrogant to Lucas.

"Right...Right...Chu Chu Hey!"

"Right...Right...Chu Chu Hey!" For 'Hey', Pudding and her gang stepped back, bending slightly as their arms outstretched both in front and back, and Pudding looked behind as well. Catching the group's eye, she gave a confident wink as she turned back to give the robots her full and undivided attention.

"Down...Down Down Up!"

"Down...Down Down Up!" Lucas noted the pause between the command at the beginning and the one after it. Was it not just copying what they did that mattered? Was timing an element as well? However, his train of thought was derailed as the robots suddenly crumpled into a heap. The hostages behind them flew into the air whilst Pudding and her henchmen turned on the spot, pumping their fists into the air.

"That was too easy!" She declared smugly as the hostages joined behind her henchmen. They swung their arms from side to side and gave a "Woo!", hopping into the air. Pudding herself stepped forward, her free hand swaying her dreadlocks.

"Ha! That's how you get the ratings, rookie." Pudding taunted. Suddenly, she began to walk forward, swaying her free arm back and forth while holding her microphone up to her face. The group behind her, henchmen and freed hostages, were doing the same, despite that they lacked microphones.

"Try not to suck so much next time! See ya!" With that, the green-haired girl and her group had vanished through the door on the other side of the second floor. Kumatora stood there, hands on hips and with a strange expression.

"I...think I just got...beaten. At dancing." Then, she gave a shrug and a chuckle.

"Not that it matters. I mean, seriously...just some dumb robots...and didja see her hair? It was like weed-mania..." Kumatora walked off in the same direction as Pudding had gone, but in an odd manner and muttering to herself. Lucas and Duster exchanged looks with each other.

"I think she's trying to hide just how hard she took that. Or maybe she's just as confused about this place as the rest of us."

"Yes," Lucas nodded. "But we won't find answers here...so let's keep moving."

"I've made it to the launch pad."

It had been relatively easy for Ulala; she had saved several hostages atop the Control Tower, a mixture of spaceport workers and customers, and gotten into one shooting segment with a bunch of robos, but other then that, it was smooth sailing for the space reporter.

However, she was not filled with confidence. She knew this sort of situation all too well; the calm before the asteroid storm.

"Watch out, we got somethin' on the radar!"

Walking forward with her entourage behind her, Ulala suddenly heard a whizzing sound as something flew over her group. It was a black with a lightning shaped tail that struck up at the back, and it also had a sort of cockpit...but the person riding it was instead on top of the object. He smiled as it hovered in front of Ulala.

"Long time no see...Ulala."

Her eyes screwed up with rage at seeing the white haired, black robed teen before her, floating on his hovercraft that he had used when he tried to force the whole galaxy to dance. That had been the last time Ulala had seen him. And it'd been her, with everyone supporting the dancer, who had stopped him.

Ulala did not say anything, but actions spoke louder then words. Whipping out her trusty laser gun in a fury, she fired at Purge.

"UP! CHU!"

"UP! CHU!" Purge repeated, swinging his hand out as his hovercraft unleashed a blast of purple electric energy, nullifying Ulala's own green plasma shot. He gave a small 'tsk' at the lilac-haired girl in front of him and began wagging his finger at her, smirking.

"Now now, Ulala...a temper like that won't get you any viewers!" Purge giggled.

"I knew you were the one behind this," Ulala spoke angrily. "What, didn't you learn your lesson last time, Purge?"

"I'm not a good learner," Purge taunted, giving an innocent shrug as he smirked. "My teacher always gave up trying to teach me Space Maths. So I spent time making my robots instead!"

"No wonder you're so insane, then!" Ulala shot at him.

"Insane? Oh Ulala, it's adorable how much you hate me. I prefer 'different' or 'unique'. It's a lot less harsh, you know." He gave another outbreak of mad giggling as Ulala and her entourage glared up at him.

"Can ya really blame her?" Fuse mumbled through Ulala's headset.

"But really now, I'm quite enjoying my little game of 'Invade the Spaceport'," He grinned psychotically. "And now it's time for the trump card!" Suddenly, Purge bent down slightly as he pointed upwards.

"Meet my new friend...he'll soon have you stretching!"

And from the night sky above them, Ulala noticed a small bright speck becoming not so small, as it approached the ground at an insane speed. She shielded herself, bringing her arms up in an X shape as her entourage did the same.

CLANG!

The speck was a robot, and the first thing that Ulala's blue eyes drew to was it's stretchy arms. They were made up of big, round silver balls with a red one on the end for their 'hands'. It's torso was of medium size, and had a purple square pattern similar to the suit Purge wore under his cloak. It's head was round where Ulala could see small blue eyes staring at her, and on top was a single lightning-shaped antenna poking. It's legs were short and stumpy.

"Say hello to Panzer V! He's a new invention of mine and he just LOVES first impressions!" Purge said in his usual mocking tone. His hovercraft swung behind his robot and Purge suddenly slammed a hand down.

"Show 'em what I mean, Panzer V!"

The robot suddenly wrapped it's arms around itself, before swinging them both dramatically to the sides. The arms stretched out at a mad length; almost across the full width of the launch pad. Ulala's eyes widened in shock as they snapped back.

"Ahahaha...you're impressed, aren't you, Ulala? You'll soon be begging for my mercy, and I assure you, you won't be getting any."

"Ha," Purge's eyes narrowed at the confident response from the space reporter, who was smirking up at him, one hand on her hip, the other idle. "when have I ever lost at dancing, Purge?"

The teen grinned, showing his teeth.

"We'll just see about that," He suddenly spun around and struck a pose, his body slightly twisted and his hands forming strange shapes. "let's dance, Ulala!"

"Let's dance!" Ulala agreed. The space reporter and her entourage swung their arms out in front of them as the robot started the dance battle.

"Up, Down, Chu!" Panzer V's voice was surprisingly high; not like the Morolians' cute tones, but much higher then any other of Purge's creations. His arms weren't extending for these commands. The dance robot merely swung it's arms up, then down, then forward.

"Up, Down, Chu!" Ulala extended her own arms in various directions; both arms up, bending down and dropping one arm, then pointing one of them forward.

"Right, Left, Chu!" Panzer V stepped back lightly, swinging it's arms both way before coming back for 'Chu'.

"Right, Left, Chu!" With her microphone in hand, Ulala swung it in both directions, her left hand on her hip for 'Right', then she drew it back into a fist for 'Left' and this time pushed forward with both hands for 'Chu'.

"Down, Left, Hey!" For 'Hey', the robot leaned back, both arms wide before returning to it's original posture.

"Down, Left, Hey!" For Ulala's 'Hey', the girl swept her microphone hand back, leg stepping back as well. Ulala looked briefly behind her, the other hand held next to the dancer's face.

"Great. Great!" Fuse chanted through her headset, as Ulala brought both her fists into the air and hopped around, her entourage doing the same. Panzer V meanwhile was clubbing it's head as Purge gave an outbreak of nervous laughter; his creations losing barely fazed the maniac.

"Chu! Chu!" After the robots had finished it's commands, Purge flew above it's head and suddenly broke out into a singing voice;

"It's been so long~ Did you miss me, everyone?"

"Chu! Chu!" Ulala this time extending her arms over each other; forming a cross shape.

"Nope, without 'choo, it was a lotta fun!" Fuse shot back with his own vocal chords.

"Chu! Hey!"

"Finally I'm back again, after all this time!" Purge exaggerated and drew out his voice.

"Chu! Hey!"

"Then we'll clean you out for good, ya 'lil swine!" Fuse yelled.

"Up, Right, Left, Down, Chu, Hey, Chu!" The robot suddenly launched into the long move and finished just as quickly.

"Up, Right, Left, Down, Chu, Hey, Chu!" But memory was nothing for Ulala, as the dancer and her team flawlessly copied the moves of Panzer V. As the robot suddenly hopped up and down, not unlike a bratty little child, Purge smirked.

"Now it's time we got serious." He spoke in a low, yet calculating tone. Then he swung his arm forward.

"Ready for this?!"

Ulala knew what was coming now. The dance robot suddenly stretched one of it's arms out, going 'Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...", then it's arm snapped back and Panzer V merely swung left.

"Left!"

"Careful with ya timin', girl!" Fuse warned Ulala through her headset.

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...Left!" Ulala held out the command, slowly swinging her arm right, before quickly going the other way.

"Leeeeeeeeeeeeft...Right!" This time, Panzer V did the exact opposite as before, his arm extending right before coming back, and the robot hit right.

"Leeeeeeeeeeeeft...Right!" Again, timing was no obstacle for the space reporter, who perfectly performed the commands.

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, Left! Leeeeeeeeeft, Right!"

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight, Left! Leeeeeeeeeft, Right!"

"Up, Up, Uuuuuuuuuuupppppppppp....Down!"

"Up, Up, Uuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppp...Down!"

As Ulala hit the last dance move smack on, Panzer V suddenly fell down to the ground flat on it's back. Electical current was running through the defeated robot.

"We've taken down the stretching robot." Ulala smirked victoriously but then she froze. Purge himself was grinning in a smug, psychotic manner, and she knew now that she had been foolish to think she'd won that easily. Although she didn't like to admit it, Purge's robots were made of tougher stuff then that.

"Panzer V...commence shooting mode! Panzer Z, activate! Chu!"

The same purple, electric shot that Purge had fired at Ulala's own green one earlier flew towards Panzer V, and struck the antenna. The energy sparked across Panzer V's body, and suddenly caused the robot to spring back up.

It was now looking a lot more fierce. It's eyes were not a simple, calm blue as before, but now a piercing, angry red colour. It also radiate that same purple energy Purge had struck it with. The crazy teen's eyes glinted with mischief behind his goggles.

"So the dancing's still there. Let's see if you're still as good when it comes to shooting!"

"Remember, girl! Use the A button beam when ya hear Chu!"

"Roger!" Ulala suddenly swung her microphone around, which transformed into a laser gun, and then whipped out the one strapped to her thigh.

"Let's shoot!"

"Right! Chu!" The robot's tone had become much deeper, and more serious as well. First, it swung it's arm behind itself, much like a baseball player with a bat, and then shot out a ball of electricity, ready to send the blast at Ulala.

"Right! Chu!" One hand placed confidently on her hip, Ulala held her gun up high to the right and fired at the energy ball. Ulala's own green shot neutralized it and Panzer Z's arm swung with great force, yet hit nothing. The result was the robot spinning around and looking confused.

"Left! Chu!" It hurriedly adopted it's dancing stance and this time held it's arm back right, before sending out a second ball of electricity.

"Left! Chu!"

Ulala this time held her other plasma gun to the left and fired. The robot was thrown off again, and suddenly started whacking itself on the head endlessly in rage.

"Panzer Z! Go into fury and make this reporter beg for mercy." Purge yelled.

"Up Chu, Up-Chu!" The first command was much slower then the second; which seemed like a mere second to Ulala.

"Up Chu, Up-Chu!" Ulala cursed inwardly in her mind, for she had only just managed to copy the robot's moves. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was still a little too new concerning recent times.

"Left Chu, Right-Chu!"

"Left Chu, Right-"

There was a bo-ing sound suddenly, and Ulala cried out in pain as the ball of electricity struck her. It riveted throughout her body, causing her to feel slightly disoriented. Purge chuckled gleefully.

"Looks like you slipped up there, Ulala!"

She gritted her teeth and shook it off. Ulala wasn't one to go down easily.

"Right, Right! Chu-Chu!"

Now another ball quickly joined the first, before the robot sent both of them heading for Ulala. With quick speed, she fired two blasts of plasma to shoot the incoming targets down.

"Right Chu, Left Chu, Up, Chu-Chu-Chu!"

Five targets now; three directly above the robot's head.

"Right Chu, Left Chu-"

And Ulala gasped. Although she had shot down the two energy blasts from the side, she had skipped out on 'Up', and was thus now facing a triple attack. The look on Purge's face was jubilant.

"This may sting just a little." He taunted.

Suddenly, they flew at Ulala, and the space reporter held her arms up to protect herself, her entourage doing the same...

"PK LOVE!"

She moved her arms in time to see a bright, colourful light of energy strike the purple kind, and the lightning blast hurled back into Panzer Z. The robot was smacked directly and suddenly became dazed, staggering back and forth slightly. Purge himself was flabbergast.

"What just happened?! My space horoscope said nothing about my plan going wrong!" He yelled, shaking his head in denial.

"Ulala! Go-go-go-go-GO!" Fuse chanted, in all in a twitter.

"Up! Up! Up CHU!" Ulala shouted.

Throwing her hands into the air three times, Ulala sent three shots out of her Chu Beam. The plasma shots hit Panzer Z full on, causing the robot to spark all over before suddenly smashing onto the launch pad floor on it's back.

Purge stared at his fallen creation for several moments before merely brushing off it's defeat.

"Hmph. No matter...after all, we're just getting started."

With a final mad grin, he faded from the spaceport; teleportation.

Taking her eyes off the vanished Purge, Ulala turned to face the ones who had assisted her; and was surprised to see the people she had saved earlier and then left behind. The blonde haired boy seemed to have been the one who saved Ulala; his fingertips were sparkling with the same colourful light that had hit Panzer Z's attack. The girl and the guy were right behind him, staring at the robot and Ulala's crowd as if they weren't entirely sure if they knew what was going on, and the dog merely gave a small bark.

"So. Hi. Nice to see you, again." Even though no one but Lucas and Kumatora could hear him, Boney felt he ought to try and break the ice.

"You...you guys saved me?" Ulala asked.

"Well, you saved us earlier...so...we just wanted to return the favour." Lucas smiled kindly. Ulala herself smiled back at the boy.

"So, uh...what exactly is goin' on here?" Kumatora spoke. She was a little sick of being so confused, and naturally wanted answers.

"Oh, right...you said you were lost or something? Well, I'll be happy to help you guys out! Just wait here a space tick, okay?"

Ulala suddenly turned back as the group looked at each other questioningly.

"This has been Ulala reporting from Spaceport 9, space kats. Over and out!"

"Spaaaaaaaaaace..."

Then, with her free hand, Ulala gallantly drew a 5 pose in mid-air as she went;

"Channel 5!"

Then, with her entourage behind her, Ulala began pumping both her arms up and down as she walked across the spaceport. The group behind her did the same, and Lucas and his friends couldn't help but wonder just what the heck was going on. Duster were edging away slightly, but Kumatora suddenly shouted at him;

"DUSTER! BEHIND YOU!"

Turning around, the thief gave a silent moan as he saw the same robot Ulala had been battling against was now on it's feet, stretching it's arms out and stepping backwards and forwards as if dancing. Lucas couldn't help but resist a giggle, while Duster immediately ran forward screaming for his life; Kumatora following behind closely.

Boney stared up at the robot quietly, before scratching his head and barking.

"Well, guess we're done for."

Then, he was amazed at what the child next to him did.

Lucas laughed.

Hopefully, you guys weren't all bored to death by all the 'UP CHU RIGHT CHU LEFT CHU'. That WAS tough to put in, I admit. It's hard doing any SC5 fics because you have to maintain a good balance of story and mechanics, otherwise it just gets dull. I hope I managed to keep you all entertained; feedback on that particular section would be great!

Also, the reactions of Lucas, Kumatora and Duster and Boney at the end are very important; they're general reactions as to how people usually react to the world of Space Channel 5. Some would freak out and run for their lives, others would be bamboozled and some would even laugh. I felt it was important to display those emotions in order to show the different perspectives and takes on the game.

Oh, and I know 'Panzer V' is a sucky name. =P I realize now how hard it must have been for Tetsuya Mizuguchi and the UGA team to come up with names for dancing, galactic robots!

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 4 is on the way. =)

~Blue Toad~