Becoming a part of the Galaxy Rangers had taken a toll on you, but you didn't mind. Fighting for what's right was what you lived by and forever will. You knew that the other Galaxy Rangers are sometimes out of touch with each other, so you never bothered reaching out as well. Hence most not knowing there were new members.

And with that, this supposed fellow cyborg was your co-worker. Boasting about how his his generation of cyborg was better.

"You see ya' lil' shirtbag, intimidatin's better so being a clear cyborg-" Boothill smacks his torso, "-Got more advantage!" He smiles to himself proudly at his claim.