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No art of her because Life Tm. But I will at least share some info about the dingus tm of a self insert~

Name: Kirsche Sato ( CB codename; a pun for cherry candy as Sato can also mean sugar in Japanese ), Kaede Lin ( real name ) Age: 29 (S2), 31 (Traiblazer) Gender: Female Sexuality: Demisexual straight Race: Asian ( Japanese and Taiwanese ) Height: 159 cm Weight: 55 kg Nationality: USEF Canada Occupation: Datakeeper ( surface position at CB ), counterintelligence agent ( true CB position )

Kirsche Sato or Kaede Lin lived a rather ordinary civillian life for the most part. In fact, she was just your run of the mill upper middle class who was well loved by her family....Except the love also came with the typical Asian intergenerational trauma which damaged her mentally and emotionally. Aside the home issues she had to deal with and feeling out of place and the subtly heavy expectations her family had on her, she tried her best to be a happy daughter. Up until graduation, everything seemed normal until things didn't go well for her, only went south during her time in college.

Kaede dropped out and went home, dealing with both her physical and mental illness which took a long time for her to finally get up on her two feet and be self sufficient. During that time when she was just barely scraping by trying to readjust to society, she got a strange message which offered her something. Though a naturally cautious woman usually, Kaede decided to accept the message and see the person who sent it.

To her surprise, it was Celestial Being, a strange organization she has never heard of. They wanted her to be a counterintelligence agent based on Veda's selection where it determined she would be the best fit due to her eerily strong gut sense and sense in people. She was reluctant at first, but she ultimately gave in out of desperation of seeking some sort of purpose in her life.

That was the day she became Kirsche Sato.

She joined what the world eventually called a terrorist organization behind her family's back. Pretending everything is normal, that she is the normal girl she always is, but is in reality hiding everything from her family and friends about what she is truly doing.

Somewhat shortly after the events of Season 2, she and a few other members of CB were assigned to Ptolemy, where she meets the often spoken of Gundam Meisters for the first time.

And one of them, unbeknownst to her, was the man she was fated to meet....

Trivia

Kirsche loves collecting dolls, albeit 2 ft tall ones called BJDs. She often sneaks her 15 cm tall doll with her to space so she can easily sneak him around.

Loves Lolita fashion and Jirai Kei fashion. Her closet is filled to the brim with these clothes.

Her autism is partly why she has a rather strong gut feeling towards people.

Loves photography. She often takes pictures of her dolls though she is capable of taking other subjects. Loves her Nikon mirrorless alot!

Musically inclined; grew up playing the violin then eventually the viola to the point she was selected as one of the delegates for her school. She is no slouch in singing either. Cannot play the piano well for the god of everything tho.

She is the biggest teasipper tm, and that is partly her skill for counterintelligence.

Very often mistaken to be much younger than she really is. Not that she minds aside awkward situations tm

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In soft defense of Pharaoh’s Thoth - Thoth is sometimes depicted as a baboon, which I believe is the mask that he uses in this form, and there was one reference to him having domain over time.

....HOWEVER, he is most commonly depicted with the head of an Ibis, so going the baboon route for such a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it cameo is strange, and his domain over time is the measurement of it. Being the Scribe of the Underworld is his most famous role so to dig through all the things he resides over and decide to pick Time is just as weird as the baboon thing.

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may cylva ascend to msqhood. for the 13th arc. which im excited for because it's a world where they afaik introduced primals to hydaelyn's chosen as weapons they could use...it's probably the world with the most intense ascian involvement, from which they learned what not to do. also the bit in ivalice about how auracite is NOT a naturally occuring material makes me wonder 1. who made it 2. if the 13th's heroes harnessing primal power through it was even intentional.

my original theory was that hydaelyn made it (because of its property of binding aether) or that it was a vestige of a relatively mundane ancient manufacture i.e. concept crystals (because last theory conflicts with how it also transforms, it may just be a completely neutral substance) but the why/when & how they relate to the ancient's soul stones remains pretty unclear. it is possible that the concept of primal summoning as it exists in the sundered world wasn't formulated by the ascians themselves (of course, they summoned zodiark, but the idea of smaller-scale primals being used in physical warfare mostly; it could also just be much simpler and primals are just like more volatile forms of ancient-made lifeforms that cannot be controlled/properly formed/contained with mortal levels of aether), but rather was a co-opted power of heroes in the 13th trying to follow hydaelyn's footsteps. also:

here's my insane theory time:

the reason why garleans cannot use magic is because their souls were intrinsically warped in an flawed auracite-bound rift crossing to the source from the 13th as refugees a very very very long time ago, the actual descendants of goug. why that's hereditary is bizarre, but the fact that only full garleans ever have the 3rd eye is too. how that relates to their weird obsession with racial purity and their cultural aversion to magic can be feasibly speculated from this as well

this also explains why ivalician legends are so obfuscated and vague and were considered outright mythological compared to other histories of the world, despite being incredibly technologically advanced in machinery and datakeeping; they may be histories from another world, merged into the source's history

this also explains the ridorana cataract being a chasm that has swallowed up every single exploration attempt with no return; it's a void portal of sorts? this corroborates with the legends surrounding it that it's an entrance to one of the hells

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Transformers: Antebellum ch.1

Cybertron, millions of years ago. While the working class carries the gilded society on their backs, the Senate perches at the top reaping the rewards. The system is rigid, and unchanging. The way things are now are they thing always have been and always will be. That is, until a miner from Tarn begins to plant seeds of autonomy. Revolution and revelation is growing like a weed, and soon the senate crumbles beneath a forest of ideas.

•••••

A discarded can had toppled from the stoop it had been abandoned on, and the clank and grind of it rolling down the street startled Gasket. He watched the mangled logo disappear and reappear along the circumference of it. The crumpled container seemed to drag itself down the pavement as if to flee from the alley’s gaping maw. It bumped into a fissure in the sidewalk and rolled back a bit, closer to where it had started. A bump in the road prevented escape. Just like anything else that tried to get out of the Dead End.

Gasket leaned against the wall of a building, overlooking the bright city lights that shot into the sky. Nighttime in the slums of Polyhex was dangerous, but it did at least have one hell of a view. Skyscrapers reached for the stars with unyielding hands, and the break in their canopies let the light-polluted sky peek through, their matte veins of coal murky against the lively cerulean of Cybertron’s nightlife.

  The feeling of dirt against his body had long ago ceased to bother Gasket, and he sighed, pressing the back of his black horned helm against the grimy alley wall as he gazed down at the event below. When he used to watch, he used to watch longingly. How he used to wish he could go down into that valley and mingle amongst the upper class. But even in the cover of night his pasty yellow form was tarnished and dirty, and his alternate mode deemed him second class. He long since abandoned that dream, but not the affinity for spectating the lightshow in place of it. At least he could have that. And besides, in the day, there wasn’t much to see anyways. Only at night was the stage anything more than just a stage.

  From the distance behind him, heavy stomps echoed rhythmically from the belly of the alleyways. Gasket shifted, turning his head to the source and instinctively pressing himself into the wall, shrinking back, out of the path of the towering officer that patrolled alone past him. Though his armor was shrouded in the night, it was clear who it was from the robust crimson frame and blue two-pronged helm. He watched silently as Orion Pax prowled past him, out of the alley, and down the sidewalk. His handgun glinted in the dim glow of the street lights.

Orion Pax made his way back to the police station, another patrol successfully executed. He hadn’t needed to arrest anyone, which struck him as a relief. The Dead End, unfortunately, was home to quite a few surly mechs who would be prone to disturbing the peace, especially while the city’s attention was directed to the Senate’s latest celebration. Trouble always seemed to be more prevalent while eyes were turned away.

Tonight, though, all he had to do was make his rounds and crises were averted. His presence alone and a scrutinizing glare had caused a sleazy looking thug to cower in fear, and scurry away from the tipsy bot he appeared to have been fixing to pounce on. That had been tonight’s worst incidents. Despite that, he kept his gaze flickering down the corridors between buildings, scanning as one would the isles of an upgrade shop. Nothing but the occasional huddle of homeless mechs. They accumulated at the mouth of the alleys the way dirt and grime accumulated in the seams of their armor. Orion’s shadow in the white streetlight prowled behind him. The homeless bots flinched as it lapped over their faces like a predacon's tongue.

They watched him pass like he was the reaper.

  Automatic doors darted with a hiss from Orion Pax’s path and he stepped into the stuffy orange lobby of the police station. A fellow cop looked up from the computer at the front desk. He nodded in greeting, the large fins on either side of his head prodding the air.

“Not at the gala?” Sunstreaker sneered, still typing. Of course he wasn’t. Mechs from their precinct were never invited.

“Evidently.” Orion made a bee line for his cubicle. He was sure there were reports waiting to be filled.

“I’d like to go. But,” Sunstreaker lamented, more to himself than Orion. “Senate’s only letting Iacon police do security shifts. It’s stupid. Gala’s not even hosted in Iacon. They’re literally celebrating the knew Polyhexian senator, but nobody from Polyhex can go.”

“They think Polyhexian police are too ‘uncouth’,” Arcee rolled her eyes, skulking out from the corridor past Orion. “Hey Pax.”

“Hello, Arcee.” He returned the greeting and left the two to carp about being blacklisted from the senate’s lavish events.

“I mean, come on! Crystal city? That’s right next to Polyhex! That’s right next to us!” “It’s not about convenience, Sunny, they think we’re common .”

“Maybe you, but me? That’s stupid, I’m incredibly refined.”

“Obviously.”

  Orion was growing restless. He considered for a moment going back out for another patrol, but shook the thought away. They all had better things to be worried about. But, Arcee was right; they were banned from attending specifically because they were from Polyhex. The senate’s supposed reasoning? It’d be bad for conversation. Polyhex, Kaon, Stanix, they were dirty cities, full of dirty bots. Any honest answer about the nature of their work would make guests, and the Crystal City elite guard, uncomfortable. Worse yet, none of them looked any good in blue and gold. Best they just keep to their patrols and let the Iaconians delegate in place of them.

Sunstreaker also had a point; it was more than a little disappointing to be told you simply lacked class for something. Orion supposed that was honestly the issue he had with the blacklist. He wasn’t ever interested in galas, it was the principle, it was being told short and plainly: You are not good enough for this. You will never be good enough for this.That’s what left him with a bitter taste.

He glanced up at the live feed and hollowly watched shots of smiling ambassadors shaking hands and drinking, and the tall, uniform formation of Crystal City’s elite guard standing proudly amongst Iacon’s best force captains. The guardsmen were painted in uniform, white with gold and blue trim, all sporting visors. Gold on the jets, blue on the cars. Orion had considered at one point in getting a visor. He tried one on, but felt that he looked rather stupid in it. Nothing at all like the distinguished mechs that saluted the senators as their newest member cut the ribbon around the new bridge: his first act as senator, and therefore initiating him into the ranks. He waved to the flashing cameras, and the recording panned to the rest of the soiree. Orion recognized a force captain conversing beside a guardsman as someone he graduated with from the academy. He felt a twist in his mechanisms as they smiled and spoke.

Perhaps a walk wouldn’t hurt.

  Arcee and Sunstreaker gave him half attentive goodbyes as he left, and once again found himself taking to trekking the streets. Although he didn’t have an exact plan or destination, his mechanisms surely seemed to. With his head light years away, his body carried him deliberately to the archives. He pushed the heavy doors in and peeked inside. As usual, at this hour it was empty of patrons.

“Alpha Trion?” He called upon arrival. “Are you in?”

“Aye, lad.” A familiar voice echoed from somewhere far in the forest of datapad filled shelves. Orion squeezed past the doors, and they thundered shut as he strolled inside.

“It’s empty tonight.” He noted, looking around at the vast trove of rentable data.

“Ah, you know where everybody is.” The sage had appeared from the depths of the library, and gave Orion an amicable pat on the shoulder. “Good to see you, Pax. You look well.”

“You too.” He replied as he followed the datakeeper down the isles. “I'm surprised you weren't invited to go.”

“Ha! I was. But you know I've no interest in those. Really nothing but an excuse for the higher ups to get drunk.” The burgundy mech seemed to be compelled by whatever whimsical force tugged him along through his actions, as without warning he waltzed towards a random shelf, inspecting it with optics that twinkled with amusement. He chuckled. “They're celebrating fixing the bridge. Can you believe that? Celebrating using the people’s shanix for something important by blowing it out on something less so.”

“I don’t understand how they could do that.” Orion muttered, running his servo over the racks of information, gazing upwards at the endless bounty of it all. “I always believed they acted in our best interest. That’s what my superiors always told us, at least.”

Alpha Trion hummed in response, and handed Orion a datapad.

“For shame.” The librarian chided playfully,mirth lifting his mustache. “Here lad, this one’s got your name on it.”

  Orion took the datapad, turning it over curiously in his servos. He’d spent the majority of his free time indulging in the vast expanse of the library, but not once had he seen this work before.

“‘On Our Six Foundations’... Is this new?” Orion’s digits grazed the cover slide. The title stood out in a cold, proud font.

“Aye,” Alpha Trion nodded, watching expectantly as Orion tentatively studied the book, shy and bold so very curious, a young animal finding a new scent. “Brand new. Provocative stuff. I suggest you give it a read, though. I feel it’ll answer a lot of questions you’ve had on your mind.”

“Thank you, Trion.” Orion looked hopeful, delighted even. He gingerly clutching the datapad with a firm grip as though the ornery contents of it would writhe angrily from his fingers.

“Think not of it. Instead,” Alpha Trion smiled, his house’s white facial insignia lifting as he did. He give the fascinated young bot a pat on the back as he ushered him outside. “Think about what you read. Goodnight, Orion, get home safely.”

  “I will. Goodnight- wait, Alpha Trion, are you giving this to me?” Orion stopped in his tracks, holding up the datapad and looking so penitent he may as well have stolen it. It was uncustomary to take the physical copy of the datapad from the library. One simply downloaded the data, and read through it during the duration it was rented before time was up. When it was, the data either got wiped or you renewed it.

“It’s yours if you want it lad. The mech that came buy to deliver that brought a whole stack of them.” Alpha Trion noted, looking fondly at the tablet in the younger bot’s servos. “I think he wants people to have them.” Orion was nearly giddy as he thanked the librarian again; he couldn’t help but wonder ardently what could be so inflaming, so controversial in this one work of writing. He rushed home, eager to devour the contents.

He had forgotten all about the gala downtown.

  That was no matter. Quite a while ago, it had forgotten about him too.

  “Do we really need so many guards?” One mech whispered, more to himself than the diminutive minibot he trailed behind. Neon lights danced off of his polished armor and fresh, gleaming white paint job that was accented by regal golds and sapphire. His extravagant build, though dripping in high status, was betrayed by slumped shoulders and droopy optics that lingered over the murmuring line of elite guardsmen and Iaconian police. Their conversations ceased and they saluted as he passed.  His name was Shockwave, and this was his party.

“They are no cause for concern, Senator. Merely here as formality. If you’d like, we could request them relocated.” The minicon that escorted him piped up reassuringly.

  “No, thank you. They’re fine.” Shockwave sighed, glancing once more over his shoulder at the mechs in their line. When he again faced forward, Shockwave was greeted with the appraising smiles of the other senators. They watched him expectantly, as he strode towards them, one gesturing Shockwave to the empty seat reserved in his honor. The minicon, all waxed and polished in uniform blue and gold, bowed deeply as they pulled the chair and presented it to the senator to sit down in. Too late was Shockwave in opening his mouth to thank the tiny bot for escorting him, as he'd already been dismissed and was now ushering another distinguished mech to his table.

“Senator Shockwave!” The mech beside him clasped his gilded servos together, the silver sweeps of his mouth curled smoothly in a grin. “Welcome to the table, are you enjoying yourself so far?”

“Why, yes, I am, thank you,” Shockwave returned a kind smile, his hands folded politely in front of him. “I’m surprised so many people showed up for… A bridge reopening.”

“But of course they did,” Senator Pylon cooed. He swirled his drink, taking a thoughtful sip of the glowing liquid. “It is, as well, your coronation.”

“Right…” The young politician averted his gaze, the accented armor atop his shoulders drooped ever so slightly. He seemed to catch himself, forcing his chest to puff out. Poor posture, he was told repeatedly, was unbecoming of an elite.

“I sense a ‘but’.” Pylon raised his eyebrows. He sat back in his seat, his narrow chin tilting downward. From this angle, one could see clearly the pink stripes that streaked upwards atop his green helm in lavish designs. One could also feel expectant yellow optics peering into their spark from beneath the brow of it. Shockwave’s own furrowed under the scrutiny.

  “I just, well… I just feel as though I could have done more. As my first action taken as Senator, I mean.” Shockwave explained, stifling a dejected sigh. His words seemed to go into one of Pylon’s audials and promptly out the other. “It is wonderful to see someone so young and ready to contribute, is it not?” Pylon raised his glass, grinning at the others seated at the table. There was a gentle rumble of agreement as the senators all voiced praise at once. He then elected to opening a tiny hatch on the table, and a small beacon lit up. Almost at once, a servant minicon appeared beside the senator.

“Yes sir, how may I be of service?” They said with a curtsy, voice soaked almost sickeningly in reverence.

“A round of your finest, for the table.” Pylon ordered, the sweep of his servo producing a grand gesture to the seated senate. Like birds of paradise, the figureheads of glorious city states all perched in their finery. Their presence alone caused the servant to bend their brow, deep in deference.

“Yes sir, right away sir.” The bot again curtsied, and the beacon flickered off as they scampered away to the bar. Pylon turned back to Shockwave.

“Don’t worry, you will have plenty of chances to make contributions.” He sipped his drink. “Your ambition will take you far. But tonight? Tonight we drink.”

  Shockwave could only offer a halfhearted nod. The other senators dismissed his concerns with laughter, sampling fine concoction of solidified energon placed in intricate designs on platters and insisting he indulged. He did, the shame of weighing down the lively mood of the soiree overpowering the embarrassment of how small his feat was. All he did was call for a bridge to be fixed. He hadn’t even noticed it was broken, Senator Sherma did. He hadn’t even built it, Senator Decimus had. He didn’t even instruct the construction team in their repair, Senator Momus did. All Shockwave had done was issue the order. It simply did not feel like his accomplishment.

He stared down at the table, watching neon lights dance along the topography of the polished brass. When the senator shifted, his preened features were distorted by the designs etched in the gilded mirror surface. His frown looked deeper reflected in gold.

  His rippled reflection was obscured by a glass of radiating violet liquid that was slid in front of him. He murmured a thanks to the servant, who only bowed deeply in response before turning and briskly making their way to the next table. Senator Pylon stood up and pressed a button. A loud chime sounded among the gala, the music softened, conversations hushed, the bots perched in the rafters with the spotlight alt modes focused their beams on the senator. He absorbed the light and radiated back glory. Glossy verdant armor shone, the rose stripes and swirls among it gleaming near white. He was the star in the dark of the galaxy, the luxurious image of cosmic brilliance. Seated beside him, Shockwave squinted against how garishly Pylon’s frame caught the light. Stars were much better appreciated from afar.

  “Thank you all for attending! I hope you all have enjoyed our humble hospitality.” He paused and smiled, the uproar of laughter thundering on queue. “As this city’s representative, I am beyond honored that, in every sense of the phrase, a bridge has been mended between our glorious Crystal City…”

Senator Pylon gestured down at Shockwave, and from above, two of the many spotlights trained on Pylon shifted their focus to the newest member of the oligarchy. Shockwave blinked in the blinding light, rising slowly to the gala’s roaring applause as if pulled by string.

“And Polyhex.” The mech beamed in pride, as if sparing a slice of his distinguished radiance for him to borrow and wear. He still had plenty to spare; brilliance exuded from him like an endless stream of liquid gold.

  Pylon’s approving smile, the cheer of the attendees, and the high grade in his systems all at once teased their presence over Shockwave’s worries and escorted them further and further from the young politician. His qualms seduced out of mind by the attention, Shockwave found himself dazed by the glory of it all. Blinded, he smiled, waving to the press and basking in the flash of cameras.

“And so, let us toast.” Pylon continued, raising his chalice. “To the newest member of the Senate, to his grand achievement, and the many more to come. To the noble state of Polyhex. To Shockwave!”

“To Shockwave!” The gala roared in unison and downed their drinks. The soiree’s festivities had  truly began. Music pounded from the small mechs with speakers on their armor that sat on the outskirts of the venue. Their bodies shook with the bass, and they signed to each other in a silent language, commenting on the elite’s taste in music. They gesticulated back in forth; their heads hurt, their speakers ached, they wanted this shift to be over.

Dazzling neon light danced from the outdoor rafters. So high up, the bots producing the lightshow were nearly invisible in the cloak of night. They undulated, revolved, and swayed to the music. Their dance was not one of celebration. As they gyrated, they flashed their biolights in code to one another, complaining of how tired they were. How they wished to go home, how the filaments in their light bulbs were sore.

How they all hated the Senators.

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Mobile-first Indexing – Better Visibility for Mobile Users

Mobile-first indexing is a hot buzz word that we have heard frequently. Google announced to make it live soon and that has been rolled out now. This will make the internet more mobile friendly in coming years.

But there is a lot of confusion among the general business owners that what does this mean? And how their business is going to be affected with this change? Do you need to change anything or everything?

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Desktop Indexing – Till Now

Google considered desktop website as a primary version and mobile website as an alternate version for indexing. This was the reason behind allocating alternate tag in desktop version and canonical tag to its mobile version indicating Google to index desktop as main and mobile site was visible to mobile users only but now the edge is shifted to mobile.

The glorious past of desktop version made the SEO, desktop centric by focusing content, schema, hreflang, backlinks everything to desktop page links only and mobile version was untouched or you can say that there was no significant impact of mobile parameters on indexing and ranking.

But now the situation has been changed and Mobile-first Indexing Era has begun.

Mobile-first Indexing – Now Onwards…

Mobile-first Indexing word itself suggests that the Google algorithm helps mobile friendly content to be well indexed. This doesn’t mean that if your site has only desktop version, will not be indexed. Desktop websites also will be indexed but may not get the ranking boost as the website doesn’t have the mobile compatible content. Thus if your website is responsive or having mobile version, than there are chances of good visibility than your competitors who don’t have mobile friendly websites. So, only desktop version of site may have ranking drop unless your site carries most valuable information that Google can’t ignore.

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A) If the business site has gained as a single desktop version only till now, then there is a wakeup call to convert your website immediately to responsive. Though Google told not to be panic, but the situation is alarming to take right decision on right time to be shifted on responsive platform with the help of professional Google Mobile site developers, before it ruins your complete listing.

B) If you have responsive web design means the same website caters your both desktop and mobile users, then there will be no impact as your website is full proof without any significant impact of mobile-first indexing.

C) But if your site carries two different versions for desktop and mobile users, then you need to check all the parameters including meta-tags, h1 tagging, body content of mobile versions very well, as now Google is going to evaluate your mobile version for indexing and ranking in search results.

Check-list for Separate Websites for Desktop & Mobile

If your business has separate websites for desktop and mobile users, then it needs to ensure the below factors are to be well checked to expose them to mobile-first indexing.

Content

Make sure that mobile site carries high quality content including text, images and video as equal to your desktop website and ensure that the mobile version is crawlable and indexable.

Meta-data

Keep the equivalent meta-tags in mobile site, which you have kept in Desktop version.

Google Search Console Verification for Mobile Site

Verify your mobile version on Google webmaster along with XML and media sitemap submission for mobile site.

Hreflang

International website for different countries, set hreflang tag pointing to mobile version of your country/language variants and desktop hreflang should point to the desktop variants only.

Know What People Are Saying about Mobile-first Indexing?

So, it’s time to check your site for Mobile friendly Version and if it is desktop version only, then upgrade to responsive website for better visibility and indexing in search engines.

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Step-by-step: How to cluster SAP ASCS and ERS on Windows in AWS using WSFC with SIOS DataKeeper

Introduction The following guide is a detailed, step-by-step guide on how to cluster SAP ASCS and ERS running on Windows in the AWS cloud based upon what I have learned over the past few years. http://www.sapspot.com/sap-s4hana-cloud-sales-implementation-certification/ The examples assume that there are two nodes in the cluster (SIOS1, SIOS2) and each node resides in a different availability…

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