Can I just say what a jerk Darth Vader is in Battlefront?

Seriously.

You start out on the many different levels he frequents, and when cued by the ominous "Darth Vader has entered the battlefield!", you're thinking:

"eh - it's Darth Vader - I'm just a Rebel grunt. I mean, what are the odds I'm going to run into Darth Vader, anyway? It's not like he doesn't have more important things to do.."

Ever have that boss that comes in from out of town - the regional director or CIO or Chief Auditor or whatever - and everyone's dialed up to 9.5 on the Spazometer? And you know all you have to do is skulk in your cubicle, stay out of everyone's way, do your job and you won't be in some sort of snap productivity inspection or some such trauma? Or ever have that certain teacher in a huge class that's way too hard on your brain, so you just kinda pick that seat that's halfway up, halfway back, halfway this side of oblivion and make a point of looking like you're vigorously taking notes when really all you're trying to do is become one with your innocuous Target backpack?

And then, for some reason, all their laser pointers are trained on your forehead? And you've got to either produce a totally badass marketing report or do a backwards quadratic equation in base 6 or something?

Well I mean GEEZ, Darth Vader. There are generals and admirals and all sorts of Rebel heros and scum and the like. They're out there on the battlefield plotting ways to take down your AT-AT's, strategizing ways to take your command posts. Why aren't you out there terrorizing them, Mister "I'm more evil than thou?"

But neeeeeuuuoo...You've gotta hang out at MY spawn point, on MY boring little end of the battle, where absolutely NOooo one is doing anything important. It's just me and a Wookiee and like maybe a couple of weakling snipers, cold kickin' it, hanging out with the Gonk 'droid, just waiting to see if we need to fire a couple of lazy salvos at the odd speeder bike that strays too close. We're not doin' nuttin, man.

You look any direction and you can see waaaaayy down range all sorts of huge fireballs. And you're here. What? What!? Whadyawant?! Oh I can tell you want you want, you want to set about dissecting everything with you're stooopid lightsaber. You even whacked Gonk. He's a box, man. Let it go.

And then what's the point of hacking me down, letting me respawn and standing next to the friggin' command post so you can hack me down again!? I'm still disoriented, I'm turning around to try to find out where the hell I am and you're all "poooo-hah...poooo-hah - voom voom, slash slash" - I don't think I even got a chance to take my first breath and you've cuisinarted my legs off. What is up, dood? I'm all "hey, look, a grey ewok" Smack!

And then you actually start chasing people. Chasing ME? Look - over there - there's like a whole batallion of Stormies that need some direction. And you're chasing me through the damn ferns.

So I hope you don't take it wrong when I hi-jack the first AT-AT I can get my grubby little Rebel hooves on and start game-stalking you. Yeah. Take that. Aww.. did widdle Vadums fall down on his tooky? Did hims get bwasted in the de air by the mean laser cannons? Yeah. Take it, you little Sith-weezer. Bet you wish you could die now, huh?

Jerk.