Yep.

There are people waiting near the tomb's entrance. He can sense their hostility before they get close.

...presumably so can Occlus. He takes his cues from her.

She sighs.

"Predictable. Lieutenant Drellick, stay back."

"Yes, my lord."

"Almost certainly here on Thanaton's orders. Try to leave one alive."

"...only one?"

"They're attacking a stronger Sith on Korriban. Traditionally, all their lives would be forfeit."

"Yeah, and Thanaton cares a lot about tradition, doesn't he."

"He will have no grounds for complaint."

She draws her saber and heads down towards the entrance.

"Don't we want to give him grounds for complaint? Why do the traditional thing? You can show him you're powerful enough you don't even need to worry about killing his minions because they're just that small a threat."

He, too, draws his saber, though.

"We will finish this discussion at a later time."

Seven figures in the entryway. When they see Occlus and Rafa emerge, they ignite their sabers. Bloody shadows dance along the carvings to the snap-hiss.

"Such a shame," growls the leader. "Another foolish group lost in tombs."

"The fool is not I." Occlus flicks her own saber on and closes the distance in the blink of an eye, her crimson blade a whirling blur almost too fast to track.

Shit.

Okay, he can't really fight his master, he will either die or get both of them killed and that's counterproductive to his goals. So he'll fight.

He takes a tenth of a second to get into the right frame of mind—he doesn't hate these people but Force he loves living and they're not taking it from him over this stupid, petty, evil feud. Thanaton can go fuck himself with a saber and there he goes he has lightning.

Occlus trips one up and lands him squarely in Rafa's line of fire. Another pair attempt to advance on him; she blasts her closest opponents back and whirls around to slash across their backs.

He doesn't wince when he catches her doing that from the corner of his eye. But he also does go a little bit out of his way to disable rather than kill whenever at all possible—pain lightning and grazing hits can do a lot of well-aimed. He hopes.

It can knock people down long enough for Occlus to finish them, at least.

And then there was one attacker left. She takes a leg off at the knee and he falls to the ground. "Who sent you?"

"You-" gasp "are unworthy. I-" wheeze "won't tell you anything."

"Thanaton himself, then. I'll tell him you died poorly, when next we meet."

Weak snarl.

She ends him quickly.

He walks over to some rocks and starts slicing them with his lightsaber and kicking the remains this way and that, using the Force to send them flying. At one point he throws the saber to the side and just starts punching rocks.

Occlus clears the bodies out of the way and goes to check the speeder.

Drellick sidles quickly past Rafa on his way out.

Eventually he's done. He fetches his lightsaber (physically, no Force involved) and walks back to where the others are.