One dark and stormy evening, The Knights of HyperV had trouble getting a new host in contact with The Wasteland of Nexus. One of the armor plates to which the connections were attached was not responding. Actually, it appeared to be missing entirely. Something which was odd, as it had been installed by a trusted minion just days earlier. The Knights sent an expedition to the gates of Hell (otherwise known as Dell CMC) to investigate. The envoys tried to open the gates, but instead of open doors, they were greeted with an error message.
After a lengthy discussion with the insane gatekeeper of LDAP-Auth, the envoys were finally granted access into The Ocean of Known Bugs that lay beyond the gates. A boat carried them over to The island of iDRAC. The journey was bumpy, and once ashore the envoys wasted several recovering from seasickness and the general discomfort caused by the putrid smell of the bugs.
Once recovered, they demanded access to the scrolls of system inventory for the server in question. To the horror of the envoys, the inventory only listed one armor plate, instead of the expected two. Luckily, the existing armor plate was made of the stable Intel-alloy as expected, but the second plate was missing. Could it have been stolen? Perhaps by one of the competing service team minions that dwelled in The Cursed Forests of Sharepoint? They would have to venture into the physical realm of the Hypervisors to find out for sure. The Knights tracked down the minion responsible for the armor plate installation and interrogated her for details. She insisted that the plate had to be there still, pleading to avoid another trip down the long and dangerous road to The Physical Realm of the Hypervisors, and suggested that the problem may be a curse. A spell from the book of dark forbidden magic, putting a veil over the labyrinth of UEFI and thus preventing the armor plate from being seen or used by the server.
Could it be? The knights snorted in disbelief, but as they had no other ideas at the time, they traveled to The Wizard of Badgerville and beseeched him to remove the curse if there was any. The wizard demanded an offering of three sausages and some boiled rice (as he was hungry). After devouring the food, the wizard started walking in circles around the remote console and muttered incomprehensible incantations that was somehow transmitted to the host without him ever touching the keyboard. A long time passed as the knights watched the wizard. At first, they watched in awe. But as the time went by, awe turned to glances, glances turned to boredom, until finally the knights were all sound asleep. Sometime later, whether hours or days we do not know, they were snatched away from slumber land. This annoyed The Knights, as they were all awoken from pleasant dreams about conquering the realm of VMWare.
“The deed is done!” declared The Wizard and vanished into a puff of smoke. The Knights staggered over to the console and were amazed to find that the server was not only able to see the missing armor plate, but it was already connected to the spirit world and jabbering happily with the domain controller. However, who had cursed the server? And why? Could it be the witch with the wardrobe of broken firmware patches? Or the unholy dark riders of VMWare? We may never find out, but if we are lucky, one day another tale will be told about the adventures of The Knights of HyperV…
