Imagine some of the inter-service rivalry/shit talk:
We are in the Joint-starship galley at chow time. Space Marines and Space Rangers eating chow across from each other.
Space Ranger (SR): Rangers lead the way!
Space Marine (SM): Yeah, all the way to the rear! Infinity and beyond!
SR: What-the-fuck-ever, Starhead.
SM: "Stand-up, buckle-up, so your candy-ass doesn't float out the door..."
SR: Ok, like the term Space Marine makes any fucking sense. Marines are amphibious, which suggests water, which is rare as fuck in outer space. Almost as rare as a Space Marine with any fucking brains.
SM: (smashes table and stands to fight)
SR: (rises up to meet him)
Space Force (SF): (Passing by, with his tray, sets his tray in between SR and SM to be a peace-maker.) Hey guys, we don't need this kind of negativity in the work place. We're all on the same team here. Let's all work together and come in for the big win!!
SR: (Looking in disgust at SF.) You just entered at man's conversation, boy. Take your shit on out of here and go jackoff to your drone screen with your little remote.
SM (Also looking disgusted at SF.) Yeah, get the fuck out of here, Stare Force.
Intergalactic Guard (IG): (Fatass with BCG's and hipster beard. Standing post at the serving line behind SF, following the conversation, decides to intercede on the SF behalf.) He's right fella's, we got enough enemies out there, between the Chinese androids and Jihadi Rocket Borne IED's. We don't need to make enemies here.
SM: Eat a dick, weekend warrior.
SR: Yeah, don't forget to wipe the spooge (spelling? Spewge?) off your face when you leave the drill center in time for your civilian job, fucking poser.
(Fight breaks out, like an 80's Burt Reynolds film or Airplane/Anchorman. Bodies flying across tables or through a jukebox. Random little Asian dude face kicking 4 dudes. Cross dressing midget calling someone a bitch while slapping with one hand and holding a wig with the other. Two dudes eating like nothings going on and moving their trays to avoid bodies flying by. A samurai commits hurrikuri. Random topless girl doing jumping jacks. Girl smashes dude in the head with a beer bottle. Giant guy throws a dude sideways into 4 others, knocking them all down.)
(Alarms and flashing lights go off)
Intercom: General Quarters! General Quarters! Jihadi RBIED's in-bound.
(Cut to a rocket with a Jihadi tied to the sides, screaming "Allah Akbar!!")
(Side wall in chow hall gets a hole blown out, starts sucking shit out: people, table, chairs, food, randon goat. SM grabs SR who grabs SF to stop from being jettisoned into space. SF tries to grab IG who avoids the grab and jumps into a cross-body dive across the hole. His belly plugs the hole. Pressure stabilizes. Everyone finds their feet but have very serious looks until someone makes a one-liner to break the tension and everyone has a hardy chuckle.)
Somebody else has to come up with the one-liner. I'm blank. Maybe the IG says something about "This sucks worse than my day job" or SM tells him "Welcome to the Suck. " or perhaps something about the loss of the goat and the loss of sexual opportunities. I don't know, fuck it.
Semper fi, Mac.