A Pre-Equestria/Star Wars Crossover

I'm not a leader. Far from it, in fact. I was a follower. Blind. Obedient. Willing to do anything to gain power. I never considered the conditions that followed with it.

Now my body has changed, no longer my own.

I find myself on a primitive world where magic isn't just the ramblings of those who are ignorant of the Force but a tangible threat separate from everything I've known.

A world where the weather is controlled not by machines but by hand.

A world without the most basic of electrical conveniences.

A world in a long standing cold war with backroom politics, assassins, and threats of open warfare being spouted by bigots with an overinflated sense of racial superiority and egos so big that they can bring down a battleship in its gravitational pull alone.

The most basic concepts of the world baffle me...

And yet they call for me to lead.

What do they expect me to do about this?

I'm using comic book Asajj for anyone who is curious on which cannon I'm using.

Thanks to Setokaiva for editing the first chapter for me.

4/19/2015: I wake up and find this in the popular stories section!!! Wow!