On the one hand, it is unlikely that three hundred years in the future, a group of space marauders is going to rely on the same profanity as twenty-first-century North Americans. But on the other hand, everything else sounds worse.
Insufficient! That is precisely the word, majesty – precisely the word I would have used. The mot juste. It was hardly a court at all! An assembly, maybe.
You must be like a chimpanzee in the zoo, who pretends to like a new chimpanzee and offers it fruit when the other chimpanzees are watching. Only when the other chimpanzees are looking at something else can you step on the fruit, spoiling it for everyone.
It's pleasantly folksy-sounding, but not so folksy it becomes off-putting or makes you sound inauthentic. Like how you sometimes seem inauthentic when you're talking to someone with a Southern accent and then you start talking with a Southern accent.