TrashHauler
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A large smoking hole…. That was all that was left of the small valley he had called home. Splat Wilicrash, (aka the Trash Hauler) was devastated. Having spent years bringing the valley back to what it once was, a beautiful and pristine wilderness enjoyed by all who took the long journey to get there, it now lay in ruins.
A ship, not even identifiable with only the serial plating that remained intact after the crash had slipped out of a deteriorating orbit and crashed. With it bringing more despair than Trash had ever really known. Trash as he had affectionately been called by the other planet colonist for his continued effort to remove the waste and heavy metals left from a strip mining operation there was no outcast, he was a hardworking member of an old profession, that allowed little time for family, and even less for social contacts unless they came to him.
For long ago a small but significant splinter group of Gians had broken away with revolutionary ideas. Instead of trying to destroy all forms of technology in the name of preserving nature. They instead had started using technology to help restore nature. Each member working like the Ancient and Mythical Druids of old Earth. Planting groves, tending forest, cleaning streams and living in harmony with both the world of man and the world of nature. Each member took a small planet many of which were ravished by strip-mining and aggressive over harvesting of its natural resources. And worked to bring it back to the natural state it once had been.
Using his own funds which he gathered through trading and cargo runs, Trash had spent close to 30 years working a single small planet, most of this time working in one small valley which had been the hardest hit from a Niobium strip-mining company. Much of the planet had been saved when it was determined nothing of value was there and settlers moved in to colonize the rest of the planet mass, leaving the small valley a stripped, desolate, heavy metal wasteland.
As a member of the Order of Saint Hubertus an Ancient Germanic Hunting Saint from the old home world of Earth, Splat had spent years working to restore land and water in this ravaged ecosystem on a small planet in the California System so remote that it was still just a set of numbers. The colonist called it “Trashes Valley” in honor of his years of work.
Years of pain staking, back breaking, and heavily financed work, gone in a few breaths of time. Now after the crash, his life’s work lay in a radioactive and toxic pile of ash and slag now only time and radioactive Half-life would restore this to any thing recognizable. Known to always give the other guy a chance, Splat went in search of the owner of the ship in the hopes that the owner would be willing to refinance the reconstruction of another planet and in doing so, rekindled his wandering spirit. A cunning and dangerous hunter, those who crossed his path soon learned that he was not one to be trifled with, and the saying goes, Splat was one of those folks who quickly separated “the quick” from “the dead”. The quick, realized their mistake, and cruised out in a hurry. The dead, well…..they cruise no where now.
In his wandering and searching by a strange set of circumstances he became a member of the RRJDS. Now a man with a mission and with only the serial number of a lone derelict ship he wanders, works, and is ever searching, searching for one individual, one person with which has a destiny that can only be concluded with Trash Hauler.