Good story, well put together with quite a suprising ending (maybe just for someone who doesnt know the femmes but still).
p.s 90 reads and no replies? come on fella's 
Good lord!! I loved it!!! Especially the ending!
I especially liked the character name Ecs.. Brilliant! 
@FloatingFatMan
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Nice lighthearted story.
After this and the comprimising pictures of Ecs with Statesman and Addy she's going to be one popular toon to team with 
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Nice lighthearted story.
After this and the comprimising pictures of Ecs with Statesman and Addy she's going to be one popular toon to team with
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Aye it really only works if you know of Ecstatica's reputation.
Although her streaking around Bloody Bay at the last Defiant Xmas meetup probably helped cement that rep
Thanks for the kind words, I like the story but it probably goes over the haeds of people who haven't teamed with any of the Femme Fatales. However that's a risk with a lot of comedy.
I've been going over some intensely boring legal stuff recently as part of my job, this is a tribute. Please let me know what you think
Base (How Low Can You Go?)
It seemed like any other day in the Femme Fatales base. Harvest Moon was busily installing a new workbench, with Lady DarkForce providing somewhat unnecessary supervision; Put it there. No there. Hmmm, how about over here?. Harvest Moon sighed. The last suggestion from LDF was the spot Harv had originally chosen.
Starstorm sat in a corner with a sketchpad. She was frowning with concentration, staring at Ace of Diamonds as she drew her portrait. Famke, interested in artwork herself, appraised the drawing. Very good Star! But why arent you drawing her face down? Then thatd be Ace of Clubs, not me! spoke Ace good-naturedly.
Pyra was unwrapping yet another set of shoes. She was surrounded by shoeboxes, all bearing the Icon logo. Amazingly, the loss of her Hasten power had not diminished her shoe-buying abilities. You keep buying shoes sweetie, and were gonna need to put more rooms in this place to store them! said Caereen with a snicker.
Suddenly a loud buzzer sounded. Prox, can you get the door? shouted the diminutive human/cat melded form of Steel Claw. At that moment, Proximity was standing on her bed facing Anath in a pillow fight. Stopping to nod an acknowledgement to Steel allowed Anath to sneak a final shot in, causing Proximity to lose her balance and fall off the bed. I win! grinned Anath as she helped Proximity up.
Gesturing rather unkindly to Anath, Prox made her way to the entrance door of the supergroup base. Anyone allied with the Femme Fatales wouldnt have needed to use the doorbell; they would have know the security code. Tapping away on a door entry system, Prox disabled the bases defence grid and pressed the door release button, primed and ready to fire off a stunning bolt of energy if the visitor was hostile. There had been talk of the Freakshow trying to raid supergroup bases for technology, and she wasnt taking any chances.
The door slid open, revealing a short, chubby man in an ill-fitting suit. He opened his mouth and began a long, officious drone, Hello, er, madam, he looked cautiously at Prox before continuing, Im a surveyor, sent here on behalf of the Paragon City Health and Safety Department. Im here to check that all health and safety guidelines and protocols are being observed as per new government standards that have been recently introduced via new legislative measures.
Proxs eyes, usually glowing, had actually glazed over. Shes stopped listening after the first mention of the phrase health and safety. Famke, its for you! she shouted, glad to be able to pass this annoyance on to her supergroup leader.
Famke breezed over to the door (thankfully not wearing the costume that makes her look like a giant pink lightbulb, Prox noted). The surveyor took another cautious look through the doorway before speaking to Famke. Er, as I was just explaining to your colleague, due to the new health and safety regulations I have to establish whether these premises conform to new safety standards by checking for any high category hazards. Caereens ears had pricked up, and she marched over.
Youre examining a superhero base for hazards?? Why pick on the only people who are helping to protect this city? Go and have a word with Atta in the Hollows about health and safety, Grendels Gulch is a nightmare! Go find someone in Baumton and talk to them about the impact of this new legislation after the Rikti invasion! Do a risk assessment of Overbrook and work out why its now called Faultline! But no, you have to come in here and assess things because its easier. Sometimes I wonder why we bother
Cae stormed off in a huff. The surveyor swallowed nervously. So, er, may I come in?. Famke ushered him in. Listen up everyone, this nice gentleman here needs to have a look round our base, let him access anything he needs to.
Actually, I, er, need to ask a few questions first. The surveyor got out a datapad and started entering a few notes. Right, do you have any problems with excess heat? Ashtoreth, Moma Knows Best and Fiery Rose all looked up sharply, their fire shields burning brightly. The trio turned on their blazing auras, and the surveyor started in surprise before making notes on the datapad.
Hmmmm, OK. How about excess cold? Magic Babe and Moonshiver looked down, unsuccessfully trying to hide their Ice powers. The surveyor made more notes before looking up again.
Right, any long term exposures to EM fields or radiation? Caereen grinned and produced her green-glowing accelerated metabolism manoeuvre right in front of the surveyor. He looked like he was about to vomit, but dutifully filled out more notes on the datapad.
Does the base contain any Volatile Organic Compounds? he asked quietly. No, but myself and Steel Claw can generate energy from our bodies that we can expel in a giant explosion, is that volatile enough for you? said Proximity.
Oh, no! said the surveyor in dismay, tapping out several more entries on the datapad. It doesnt look like I need to fill in the rest of the survey form. This place contains at least 8 category 1 hazards, probably more. Im afraid there will be no option except to shut this base down.
This was greeted by a chorus of dismay by the present Femmes. Dont worry girls, we still have a secret weapon! said Famke. Ecs, get out here! Ecstatica slinked out from one of the bedroom suites, wearing only a towel with Ecs-rated emblazoned on it. Yes boss? asked Ecs. Can you convince our friend here not to file his report? whispered Famke. Sure thing boss, smiled Ecs. She took the surveyor by the hand, with her free hand, she ran her fingers down the crumpled suit. Oh, my! exclaimed the surveyor, what do you do? Blow peoples minds! purred Ecs, leading him into the bedroom.
The Paragon City Health and Safety Department later received a very complimentary report on the Femme Fatales base. There were no category 1 or 2 hazards identified.