Ghostwriter

There is a temporary solution to their danger.
The lizard people never planned on staying here forever, they had ways to leave set aside for later.
There were vessels made, to take them back and forth from a relay station hidden among the clouds.
Or if a vessel was unavailable, they could fly to it. In a pinch, anyways.
They would even take non-lizard people with them, a sort of truce in this terrible time.
The difficulty was finding a ride there, or at least discovering where the station was at that moment.
If they were lucky, they might even see one such vessel heading off into the skies.
Mysterious unwords were amusing, for a time. But the end goal for them would be... Unfitting, for the story. Back into the word box they go, for another time.