After a long night searching through the corridors for hidden Klingons the tired crew is brought alert by a familiar voice booming over the intercom, thrilling them with oddly emphasized syllables and his unforgettably strange cadence.
This is the captain speaking. As you are aware, the Enterprise has been infiltrated by Klingons. Starfleet Intelligence has informed us that these Klingons are a part of what they call 'Operation: TOPKNOT.' They are an assassination team put aboard for the express purpose of killing the command staff. I repeat, if they identify and kill the command staff their mission will be complete. They are armed with a weapon which will seek out and kill me, Mr Spock, Dr McCoy, and Mr Scott the moment that the Klingons have identified all four of us. This is why we have hidden ourselves among the crew, and why it is imperative that you do nothing that might draw attention to us.
You can rely on us to be taking action to preserve the safety of the ship as well as to minimize the loss of life in this crisis, even though we are all aware that Star Fleet can provide an infinite supply of anonymous red shirted crewmen. Mr Scott has established a self destruct sequence that will destroy the ship in the event that the entire command staff is lost.
I commend your efforts thus far. Keep an eye out for Klingons. That is all.
Everyone races to the bridge, expecting to be comforted by seeing Captain Kirk in the command chair, but alas, the message was recorded and set to play after he had disappeared among the rest of the crew. Then, someone says "Hey, where's that third class weapons tech? What's his name? Zack. Yeah, Zack. Where is he?"
Weapon's Technician Third Class Zack is found in the starboard torpedo bay, where he died among the torpedoes that he cared for so well. His phaser is clutched in his hand, but it appears he did not even have time to fire before he was cut down by the slashing knives of the Klingons. A sad end.
So sad that another crew member is apparently too traumatized to continue and throws herself out the airlock, shouting "I resign my commission as an officer." One person says "She was an officer? I thought she was an administrative aide down in payroll?" Another replies "Yeah. Yeah, she was. Shame that."
Two members of the crew, neither a commissioned officer, have been lost.
DAY TWO HAS BEGUN. IT WILL END IN APPROXIMATELY 48 HOURS, AT 4PM PST SATURDAY