Trailmakers All Salvage Locations <POPULAR | HACKS>

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.

In the sprawling, mechanical universe of Trailmakers , salvage isn’t just scrap—it’s memory. And for one broken-down explorer, finding every last piece becomes the difference between a quiet end and a second chance. 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. The planet was a graveyard

As Rigg dove, his air tank failed. He was drowning when his hand closed around a (#202). He cracked it open just in time. But no one had ever found all the pieces

But Rigg wasn’t alone.

As the ship lifted off, Mecharium’s surface shimmered. The salvage points glowed one last time—then vanished, their purpose fulfilled.

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.

In the sprawling, mechanical universe of Trailmakers , salvage isn’t just scrap—it’s memory. And for one broken-down explorer, finding every last piece becomes the difference between a quiet end and a second chance.

“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.

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

But Rigg wasn’t alone.

As the ship lifted off, Mecharium’s surface shimmered. The salvage points glowed one last time—then vanished, their purpose fulfilled.