It was always hard for Vader to travel, much less travel incognito. But, for once, he had to. And that meant using public transportation.
The last time he had bothered to use public transportation was that time with Padme when he was taking her to Naboo. As he was buying the tickets to get back and forth, he remembered why he loathed public transport.
So many Force-forsaken people. He hated people. They were just things to be used to get what he wanted, and if they did not do what he wanted them to, they died. Often painfully and horribly. He slipped the piece of paper into the ticket-eating machiene thing and moved forward, only to get stuck. He jostled himself back and forth, trying to disengage himself from the turnstile, and found that he was simply getting more and more jammed. He twitched and with just a flicker of the Force pried open the walls, and managed to get out, leaving the deformed turnstile behind, and quite a few alarmed people. He walked up to the map of which trains went where and found his head spinning.
'How do people ever manage to find their ways ANYWHERE?' he thought. After standing there for long enough, he managed to finally figure out where he should go. Now the matter was getting there. He meandered through the maze of hallways, and, after getting turned around quite a few times and nearly having some of his possessions stolen(those who had tried had died, though not as messily as Vader would have liked), finally walked out onto his platform. He saw the train begin to move and snarled. The train suddenly stilled, lifted slightly off the tracks, alarming those inside. The pause, however, allowed more people onto the train, packing it even more than it had been. Vader managed to squish inside, and his imposing figure created a small circle around him. Whoever this cloaked guy was, they didn't want to bother him. The fact that he was radiating anger also helped. He had memorized the stops, but the map in front of him also was a help. He let his eyes drift over it, tracing all the possible pathways, while also being acutely aware of what was going on around him. He was brought back to the present when they hit their first stop, and there was an influx of even more people. He was pressed up against a wall, and even though this made it nearly impossible to steal any of his belongings, it also made it more difficult to hide who he was. So, he pulled the cloak more firmly around him, and surrounded himself with an even stronger Force suggestion that made people lose interest in him. Vader watched people come in, go out, and all at a breakneck pace.
'Everyone moves so fast,' he thought with some amusement. When they finally reached his station, Vader shoved people out of the way, and barely managed to avoid having his cloak caught in the departing train's doors. He snorted and walked off to start the next part of his trip. He got out of the station without paying, already fed up with the stupid people that seemed to populate the place. He stood in the line waiting for the bus, and sighed. This would be another interesting experience. He hoped it wouldn't be quite so crowded. His stop was sooner than the last one had been. He was quickly losing patience as the bus became later and later, and he knew that if it didn't appear soon, he would simply kill a person for their car and take off. He was not known to be a patient man.
Just as he was about to look around for a car, the bus arrived. He joined the masses that shuffled onto the bus, and gave his payment, before finding a seat with no-one in it. When someone tried to sit with him, they balked at the barely restrained anger and hurried off. This time, Vader was one of the first to get off. He snarled and muttered vehemently as he waited for his contact to arrive. When the scum finally did, Vader listened to his report, congragulated him on a job well done, and then killed him. It made him feel a lot better.
Vader took all of the scum's personal belongings and used them to get him a ride back, this time feeling much better about the public transportation system. He had gotten better at creating just enough fear to keep people away, but not enough to make them inquisitive. It was only when he got home that he finally relaxed. Stupid, stupid people.