Trailmakers All: Salvage Locations

The planet was a graveyard. Ancient war machines, lost expeditions, and derelict freighters lay half-buried in sand and ice. Among them, rumor spoke of —a legendary piece of salvaged tech said to rebuild any machine, no matter how destroyed. But no one had ever found all the pieces.

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.

He was flying into his own. I can provide a clean, text-based checklist organized by biome (Desert, Jungle, Ice, Canyons, Crater) for Trailmakers: Stranded in Space — no story, just coordinates and visual landmarks. Let me know.

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

As Rigg dove, his air tank failed. He was drowning when his hand closed around a (#202). He cracked it open just in time.

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).

“Rigg… if you’re hearing this, you survived. The Core Matrix isn’t a machine. It’s a map. Assemble all 500 salvage points, and the planet will show you the way home. Don’t just rebuild your ship. Rebuild yourself.” The planet was a graveyard

Rigg looked at the empty co-pilot seat. “This one’s for you, Mira.”

Now he had to finish. The final pieces were in the Caldera of Gears —a volcano that breathed molten metal. Here, legendary salvage awaited: Quantum Stabilizer (#450), Flux Compeller (#477), and The Missing Core (#500), a crystal pulsating with blue light.

The salvage saved his life. That was when he knew: the planet wasn’t just debris. It was a test. High in the frozen peaks stood the Observatory Array , a relay station that once listened for signals beyond the galaxy. Now it was a frozen tomb. But no one had ever found all the pieces

“You are scrap pretending to be a pilot,” it hissed.

Rigg had no weapons. Only a welder and a desperate idea.

A flickering hologram appeared on his wrist: – 348/500 components located.