Sometimes it's easy to just smile.

Sometimes it's easy to be inoffensive.

Sometimes it's easy to just smile and nod.

It's much harder, however, to be honest. To tell the truth, especially when nopony wants to see it.

Thanks to Ponystar for inspiring me to write this. The 'Assassination' Series is the biggest chunk of what made me come up with this.

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!

Kingsmen: An independent international intelligence agency that operates at the highest level of discretion, forced to rebuild after the event known as ' The Valentine Operation.'

The past seven months had been one clean up mission after another, and every branch, worked overtime. The missions weren’t centered around trying to ensure that the “right” people got into office, but rather that the wrong ones stayed out.

Most agents of the circle didn't survive the initial activation of the device. Those who did found the agency's reach and capabilities severely hobbled and rushed to replenish their numbers and recruiting was no longer segregated to only those with a family name or pedigree behind them... or those only born in Brittan.

That's how a seat of the round, Lanval, was filled by the first American since World War Two.

But this is not the story of her success where others failed, nor is it of her various travels around the world to protect those who are ignorant of the dangers set against their lives.

This story is of her disappearance and the new nation she decided to protect.

This is the story of a zebra with a very nice suit and the attitude to match.

A Kingsman/MLP crossover. Saw the movie, fell in love with the idea. Wanted to use a female agent.

Credit to the artist in the source.

It is said to find one's destiny is an amazing experience. That there is a certain comfort to knowing exactly where you fit in the grand scheme of things. Not for me though. Comfort has long forsaken me ever since my cutie mark appeared.

Because there is no place for me. I am a cog that doesn't fit. A sour note in a beautiful composition.

I don't belong.

Ever since that one horrible day, my life has taken one bad turn after another without a pause to breathe.

They call me a monster.

They call me an abomination.

They call me a freak.

That isn't my name...

But you know what?

If everypony in Equestria will only see a monster then I'll gladly become one.

...and I'll be damn good at it too.

2/24/15 EDIT: I'm making this a full-fledged fic. With chapters and all that it implies.