The wheezes of a dying race...

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Mister_E
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The wheezes of a dying race...

Post by Mister_E » #566577

On a shift much like any other, the Chaplain hears a powerful yet distant voice while meditating deeply. As it approaches their consciousness, it enters as a light whisper before drowning in a cacophonous ocean of noise. What little they could make out is as follows:

"PLEA!!!~~~-... HEL!!!~~~-... LOV!!!~~~-... DELIVE!!!~~~-... SAF!!!~~~-... SUF!!!~~~-... CO!!!~~~-..."

Many hours pass after this frightening message deafens the mind of our Chaplain. Until out of nowhere, what appears to be an oddly decorated escape pod crashes into the Brig. Inside of it are many tightly packed members of a race of Space Clowns long thought to have been wiped out during the mutual destruction of the great Space Mimes vs Space Clowns war, their Bananium supplies and ore spilling and sliding out all across the crash site.

Priests, Warriors, Clown-technology Roboticists, Doctors... Hell, what may as well be a whole Nanotransen crew packed tightly into that escape pod, even a Claptain! And all in various states of injury, with some even fading away before their brothers and sisters very eyes...

Those conscious enough to talk tell a tale of a strange group of Mime Lizards who communicate to each other through telepathy. Though usually peaceful neighbors to their home at the far outskirts of what was once the warzone, a vengeful Space Mime warrior given life by what could only be described as deities unknown to the Clowns sucked the spirits out of them, paling their scales, destroying their voice boxes, and giving them special pads on their feet that dampen the sounds of their footsteps to silence. Their bodies used as puppets under the Space Mime's control, and their souls forcibly used as stands defending their capturer, they laid siege to this colony of Clowns until their big banana bomb was triggered forcing them to evacuate as many as they could fit into an escape pod, using the potassium explosion to mask their escape.

After being at their new shelter for a while, a Mime Lizard soul in the form of a Revenant arrives on the station as a scout. The Space Mime Wizard warrior finally found his targets, and with their legion of telepathic silent Lizard warriors and enslaved Lizard soul stands, they will stop at nothing to ensure that all Space Clownkind, and those who harbor them, will be spared from their wrath!

And what of that voice the Chaplain heard? Though distant and faint, it was definitely loud at some point.
Spoiler:
Needs LOTS of people, even more if the Space Mime Wizard warrior comes to visit. The Clowns are to be inherently hostile to or afraid of Lizards, in that order. If Heart Emoji is available, special dialogue involving (non-)canon origins is brought up by high authority survivors, with followup leading to no more Lizard hostilities. If present AND the Space Mime Wizard comes to visit, extra special powers and armor can be spawned after a long sidequest in the chapel, alongside the ability to telepathically communicate with the Mime Lizards and their souls.

Should the crew be... less than hospitable to their refugees until round end... well. Let's just say the angry bunch of Clowns running around would be at the very bottom of their list of worries.
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