A flickering hologram appeared on his wrist: – 348/500 components located.
Rigg looked at the empty co-pilot seat. “This one’s for you, Mira.”
Here, salvage was hidden in plain sight: (#152) lodged in tree roots, Radar Dishes (#178) half-sunk in bioluminescent pools. But the prize was the Submerged Fuselage —a massive cargo hold (#200–#210). Trailmakers All Salvage Locations
“One step closer.” The marshlands held the wreck of the Siren’s Call , a survey vessel that vanished fifty years ago. Locals said the swamp remembered —and it hated intruders.
“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.” A flickering hologram appeared on his wrist: –
But Rigg wasn’t alone.
“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. But the prize was the Submerged Fuselage —a
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 .
The stars opened before him. And for the first time since the crash, he wasn’t scavenging someone else’s story.
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.
But the volcano’s guardian was no mindless automaton. It was a —a sentient storm of salvage that mimicked Rigg’s own ship design, taunting him with twisted versions of his past creations.