Chapter 4: Family First
On Lothor's ship, she was placed on his "throne." No matter what he presented before her, she wouldn't give in.
"You honestly think you'll convince me to help you?" spat Jules. Her hands weren't bound anymore, but she was held in place by a force field conjured by Lothor.
"What? The riches and wealth of the universe won't turn you?" paced Lothor. He was getting frustrated. He put before her all the galactic monies he ever owned, his prizes, his trophies, clothes, jewelries, everything… nothing! He couldn't get her to talk. Aha! Thought Lothor. A twisted thought was forming in his head.
"You are so sick," cried Jules from the throne. Before her, she saw images of her father and brothers competing at the X-Games. Suddenly the screen switched to a couple of Kelzaks.
"Maybe this will convince you," his sinister laugh filled her ears. She watched in horror as the kelzaks tampered with her father's race car, put bubblegum in the wheels of Grey's skateboard, and filled the oil tank of Nathan's motorbike with syrup.
"Stop this!" she screamed. Her father and brothers were going to be impaired before they had a chance to compete in the games.
"Their professional careers will be finished," taunted Lothor, the "remote control" in his hands, replaying the disgusting images over and over again. "And it will all be because of you, my dear," he guffawed. Marah, Capri, and his other generals joined in on the laughter. Suddenly he stopped laughing and faced her. "What's it going to be, Jules?"
A battle was going on inside her: save her family and help Lothor. Yes, family always came first.
Saving her family would mean the end of the Power Rangers.