If anyone were to dream about slowly murdering someone over and over, it would be Malgus though he was completely unaware of his currrent situation locked in a carbonite prison. How many years the ship sat buried beneath the sands of Tattoine did not matter. What did were the Jawas that found it.

In their quick movements to scavenge and dismantle the ship, they activated the process that would finally release him. His presence exploded into the Force like a raging fire.

Acina.

He would kill her. Though it was too little too late for that. Not that he knew otherwise.

Luckily for the Jawas who scrambled for their lives at the sight of the dark lord attempting to rise to his feet, the carbonite after effects left him unsteady. As much as his anger boiled, his breathing system worn by the age of time struggled to keep up. Instead of causing a blood bath, he pulled all the hate, anger and rage deep within to alleviate his ailments and otherwise help him move.

The Jawas scrambled back to their moving fortress to flee and Malgus let them. Mostly to allow the carbonite effects to wear off and because if this were any other day he might have thanked them for freeing him.

For now though, he calculated his next course of action other than slowly dismember Acina once he got back to the temple. First he needed to make his way to a city and figure out just how long he was locked away.