Lazing on a sunday afternoon

"Whhatchaa doiiinnn?"

The little voice breaking the silence couldn't have been any more at odds with the bloody ring and demonic rituals, and that only served to make it sound all the more loud, annoying... and cute. Of course, that makes it quite easy to locate the source, seated atop one of the cleaning drones in a mess of wires that look like someone tried to hotwire a truck at the local 24 hour gas station. Standing half or less the height of an average humanoid, with big eyes, huge pointed ears, a long thin tail, and teeth like a shark, the creature bedecked in an outfit that looks like an industrial dancer took one two many trips through the local garbage compactor could only be one thing; A Goblin.

Well... except for the fact that they were a translucent light blue color with faintly glowing pink highlights. Closer inspection places them a little bit nearer to a slime that's been hit with several doses of shure-gel, complete with a dimly visible skeleton just under the surface. Of course, once you've been looking that long, you notice the smell coming off the little gremlin; fruity and artificial, with a faint hint of confectionary chocolate. She is, in fact, entirely made of candy. Well, apart from the sniper rifle that looks like it could be anti-ship ordinance, and the deep ops quality vibrablade knife she lazily flips through the air.

"Looks like your ritual didn't go so hot, huh chief? Forgot your payment, or were they just sending you for a ride?"