Finding tools, weapons, vehicles or almost anything in the Wasteland is hard and dangerous. But the Junkers, also called Scavengers by some, make a living of it. They search among the piles of rubble of old cities and the disposal waste of the Megalopoli, and they always find things to sell or trade at this settlement or the other. They are adept on repairing and «patching» machines, although not very neatly, and more often than not they end up creating complex apparatus to solve simple tasks, and not the other way around.
They are probably the faction that can roam this side of the Wasteland with more freedom of movement than any other, as everyone is interested in trading with them to get good stuff, and it is not wise to attack the people that can get them. That doesn’t mean they are totally safe, and from time to time a gang of Junkers is attacked to steal their goods, so although they are not the best fighters in the world, they have wits and devices with which to defend themselves, and they are used to move around dangerous places like no other.
Junkers are eccentric people to say the least. They are dressed with all kinds of suits and devices recovered from the ruins, the older the better, and always with some strange gadget of unimaginable hue and shape in their hands.
Among their members there is no particular organization, as every individual is specialized in a specific task, from scouts capable of sneaking everywhere without being noticed, to alchemists that manufacture all kinds of concoctions, or inventors full of the craziest ideas. There are no bosses, nor anyone who organize things, and when matters must be discussed they gather an Assembly where everyone has a voice and a vote.
They use to be on the move, usually forming caravans, in search of new places to get raw materials and stopping by the settlements only to trade with what they have found. People tend to see them as freaks… although useful ones. Around the Scrapbridge area almost all of them have some kind of bond with Samanthia, the only place they could possibly call home. While on other zones of the Wasteland their dressing code tends to be more lax, patching clothes up with whatever fabrics they can find, the gangs around this area have been deeply influenced by the particular style of the Baroness, so imbued by the old Julio Verne novels she loves to read, and has become almost iconic for their members.