Here is the story of , the last salvager of the Stranded in Space campaign. Chapter 1: The Crash of the Far Horizon Rigg woke to the smell of burning circuits and the groan of twisted alloy. His ship, the Far Horizon , had been torn apart by an uncharted gravity well above the planet Mecharium . Around him, the desert stretched red and infinite, littered with his ship’s guts: wings, engines, seats—all scattered like forgotten toys.
“You are scrap pretending to be a pilot,” it hissed.
The stars opened before him. And for the first time since the crash, he wasn’t scavenging someone else’s story. Trailmakers All Salvage Locations
“Only 152 more,” he whispered. “Then I can rebuild the Horizon . Or… something better.” His first trek took him to The Spine , a canyon of rusted walker legs from a fallen titan. Each joint held a Reinforced Engine Block (Salvage #12). But as he pried one loose, the ground shuddered. A Scrap Guardian —a towering automaton stitched from leftover parts—rose from the sand. Its eye glowed red.
He lured the Guardian toward a cluster of (Salvage #44–47). A single plasma burst ignited them, blowing the creature’s legs apart. Rigg scavenged its remains for Optical Sensor Array (Salvage #99) and Heavy Plating (Salvage #100). Here is the story of , the last
Rigg smiled. “Then I know exactly how I break.”
Inside, Rigg found (#277–#280) and a Long-Range Antenna (#281). But the main terminal held a recorded message from the Horizon’s original pilot— Captain Mira . Around him, the desert stretched red and infinite,
But Rigg wasn’t alone.
He fired his makeshift harpoon into the Wraith’s core—a (#412) he’d found in a crashed bomber. The magnet pulled the Wraith apart, scattering its pieces into the lava. And there, floating in the ash, was Salvage #500 . Epilogue: The Rebuilding Rigg laid out every piece—500 scraps of history, failure, and hope. He didn’t just rebuild the Far Horizon . He built something new: a ship with wings from a fallen titan, armor from the swamp, engines from the frozen observatory, and a heart from the volcano.
Rigg had no weapons. Only a welder and a desperate idea.
Rigg looked at the empty co-pilot seat. “This one’s for you, Mira.”