I like this, very much so! The fire is very well sculpted and the original idea behind this is..., well you pulled it off!
One question though, why would he be making a symbol of peace? From my understanding this is someone stranded in a battlezone waiting to be rescued...? And I'd have thought it'd be well known that whoever he needs rescuing from wouldn't be peaceful.
He is making a gesture of peace to lure the enemy closer, so he can toss the grenade he has hiding behind his back. I'll post picture off the proper angle once I've finished the piece properly. I'm glad you liked the concept, I've made a story to go with the model.
The Story of Ukos "The Survivor".
Shas'ui Ukos was due out on an area reconnaissance mission, pretty standard for his posting. His Devilfish was ready and fuelled, his crew standing by. “Waiting for final checks sir” Just before departing a communication was patched through, “Shas'ui? Have your men stand down, your needed in the briefing rooms”. Puzzled and excited, he made his way to through the complex to the commander. Once there he was asked to take a seat, “Ukos it has been requested that you take your team to Stonereach.” Ukos thought for a moment, “This would not be easy some would say suicidal, but a mission for the Tau'va is an honour even if the odds are against me”. He was tasked with retrieving a memory node from the Imperial out post. He cared not for what the node contained, only that it serves the good of the empire. Ukos set about readying a full team for this mission and within an hour he was ready to leave once more.
About 20hrs later Ukos and his men had the outpost in sight. Something was wrong! “Scan the area!” he barked. No one was to be seen on the scans, he knew this was a trap, but he needed that node. “Drop me here boys and make like your going in for the objective, draw them out, then flee. I'll handle the rest... Oh and stay in communications range”. Ukos crept silently towards the grey buildings, but still no enemy to be seen, not even for the distraction party. “This is wrong, all wrong!..... Get of out of here NOW!!” BOOOM the whole planet shook from incoming fire (at least it felt like it did!). The clouds of dust and debris settle and to his horror out of the smoke came an imperial Shadowsword. “S—sir...you ok?” Thankful to hear the voices of his men he ordered them to retreat, and headed into the bunker. Maybe he can be in and out before they reoccupy.
Once in the outpost he quickly located the memory node and retrieved it, nothing larger than a survival lighter “A lot of noise for something so small” he thought to himself. Ukos heard foot steps behind him and took aim at the door, the last thing he needed was a fire fight. Acting quickly he noticed an air duct and jumped up just closing the hatch behind him self as the gue'la returned to the console room. Slowly he made his way through the ducts, twisting and turning as he went, trying not to make a sound. Ukos was as much thankful as he was amazed that gue'la would have such a flawed feature in a secure facility. On the roof of the facility Ukos found a ladder not far from where he came out of the ventilation system.
It took Ukos about half an hour to make his way out of the compound and escape into the countryside. Again something just doesn't seem right at all. “Shas'ui, We are coming to collect you” sparked his headset. No sooner had the communication finished when Ukos spotted a large blast just over the brow of a hill not far from him, followed by the sound of a Thunderblot fighter flying over head. Ukos franticly tried to contact his team as he ran towards the wreckage.
Nobody at all was found alive. Ukos knew what was on this node had to make it back home or his entire team had died for nothing. He gathered some equipment and dumped some of his armoured suit, then ran off into the wilderness. He took only the bare minimum to keep his load light. He pulled out a cushion from the back of the broken Devilfish for a bedroll and took a grenade, just in case. He knew he'd be about a week away from home base, he'd have to stay low and survive on his wits.
It was a gruelling trek, nowhere near as flat as it looked from the seat of a Devilfish. Ukos reckoned all he needed to find was water, he could go without food. For the first two days he followed a small stream to it's source, an underground spring. From there he decided to let fate and a little luck guide him to water, after all it wasn't that far now, he had thought. Day three; he had to find some food, it was no good, the pain in his gut was too much, He rigged his rifle to overload with some helm sensors as a proximity trigger and waited. About 3 hours later it went off and killed a small half pig, half goat looking creature with long legs, a fur covered body, limbs with wide boar like snout, and a bald piggy head. It had slime all over it's face and matted in it's mane. Ukos tucked in before setting off on his travels a little fuller, but delayed.
On the morning of the fourth day Ukos awoke to the sound of radio chatter. It was a pathfinder team! This was unusual as there hadn't been pathfinder detachment here for as long as he could remember. Whilst talking to the patrol group Ukos learnt that the cadre had been scrambled and should be arriving at his location momentarily. He had no time to think about why the cadre was on it's way, when the sound of imperial troop movement caught his attention. “They are nearly on me hurry!” he hissed in a hushed tone. Ukos crouched down and fumbled for the grenade he had brought.
As soon as the communication ended the sound of war filled the air. Ukos held tight in the hope he'd be rescued before the enemy caught him. Staying in the cover of his camp he could see fighting breaking out all over the surrounding area, tanks blown apart by railgun fire and gue'la gurgling as they fell to pulse fire. What seemed like days went by before Ukos got sight of the enemy up close, but out of the fog came a group armed with primitive weapons. Ukos could hear a faint message from his head set on the floor as the gue'la neared “ETA in....shhhhhkkshhh”. Readying his grenade, he put on a harmless look and stared towards the enemy offering a hand as a gesture of peace, he'd seen the gue'la shake each others hands and often wondered what purpose it served. For now it was anything to buy him time.