Aquilles nodded towards Astra, preparing to speak before Tammy approached from behind. He turned to face the Meowstic, a Purpleheart who apparently happened to be nearby, and helped with the Ariados' recovery.
"Oh. Tammy. Yes. Search the area, and do it fast. Chances are high that the Pokemon responsible for this little assault here is still in the area. Keep an eye out for water or ice Pokemon. And Astra-" A swift about-face to the Gothitelle. "Haven't the slightest idea. We'll figure that out later. You keep this Ariados here. Don't let him leave. I'm going to find the Commander, understand? We'll handle the situation when I get back with her." The hefty Clawitzer didn't wait for a response from either Pokemon before blasting Aqua Jet out of the back of his enormous claw, rocketing himself away at high speed, out of sight withing mere moments.
And so he was off again, whizzing past the golden trees of the Guilded Pass so fast that the colors blended together. Aquilles, being as he was, sped along with a worried pace. His mind raced with possible conclusions, but his experience was in fighting, not forensics. As far as he knew, the Pokemon responsible for the assault could very well be a Ditto, or anything that wasn't even an ice or water-type at all. Pokemon can learn all sorts of moves, so the category of suspect Pokemon expanded by the second as he thought about it. As soon as he realized that train of thought would lead him nowhere, he dropped it and focused his efforts on finding the Commander. The Serperior had to be around the area somewhere.
Pretty soon, he caught a glimpse of blue, and green. Both next to each other. Both serpentine. Both easily recognizable. Aquilles swerved on his claw and shot straight for them, waving his smaller left claw whilst calling out to the both of them by name.
"Sebastian! Chervil!" Was all he called as he rapidly approached the pair. As he neared, for just a moment, a thought flashed through his mind. The commander usually was just as Aquilles himself was: a strong, independent leader. But seeing his commander here, admiring the view, with the Dragonair beside her made him wonder for a split second if she was beginning to soften, or even begin considering a significant other in her life. Within milliseconds, the thought was gone, replaced with the urgency of the situation at hand. When he reached the duo, he slowed his pace and stopped before the Purpleheart and Commander Chervil. "We have a problem down near the edge of Guilded Pass. A Pokemon was attacked by unknown means." He proclaimed, mostly towards Chervil, hardly even fazed from the wild dash he had just made.