Outdated form of peacekeeping? Andros' pride wasn't wounded, he was pissed off. Pride was one thing the ranger had in abundance. He was proud of his planet, he was proud of his status as a space ranger, and he was proud of his skills and that of his team.

But, by that same token, he was starting to see what was possible, when Rangers wouldn't be needed. After Zordon's death, he had hoped. It might be possible, and that would be a beautiful thing. He just wasn't sure the universe was ready yet.

"Of course I am. Alternate timelines, alternate universes, dimensional portals, rifts, time holes. It's obvious your ship and my own do not exist in the same place." Yup, he was pretty sure Picard was a moron. Or at least was treating him like one.