Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck nor Star Trek, and I intend to make nothing off of this. Planet Ruganna is my own.

AN: I had this idea for many years now ever since binge watching at Voyager, DS9 and Enterprise. My usual beta PJ Murphy is in the cockpit I have no idea how long I will able to retain him but I will not squander it. PJ Murphy cleaned this up for me some time ago, thanks to him as always hope he's doing well wherever he is. So I used all the knowledge received so far on several of these planets so I got this.

Seven years ago...

31.2 light years from Earth

Qo'noS was the second planet out of five located in Omega Leonis sector. Its parent sun was a 5.8 billion year old K-type main-sequence star burning at a temperature of 5,241K. The planet orbited the star at a distance of 75,491,101.15 miles in just 250 days. Qo'noS a diameter of 13,687 kilometers and had two moons, Corvix and the fragmented Praxis sitting in the night sky as a grim reminder of the past.

His mother Mary had been born to a doctor and his teacher wife but both died when she was a toddler, she had been raised by a Vulcan science officer and his Romulan wife. Klingons are a humanoid species. The most distinctive feature of Klingon anatomy (except in those individuals afflicted with the Augment virus) was a sagittal crest, beginning on the forehead and often continuing over the skull. The cranium was encased in an exoskeleton, which possessed a feature known as the tricipital lobe.

Chuck always loved alien sunsets, especially suns much different from the Earth's own sun. He had been studying the planet Ruganna and its people for some time going back and forth every week, as it was in a neighboring star system. It had a civilization that has reached a level of technology equivalent to early 20th century Earth. He had even befriended a middle-aged physicist named Mal, Rugannans physically resembled humans but had different internal biology.

Most days he worked an antique store in the main plaza in Krennla which had lots to do. He was never bored; the job and his social life insured that.

The hybrid was staring at an ancient device from the past, which resembled a vintage iPad from 21st century Earth. Chuck's best friend, Morgan, who grew up with him on Earth in a town called Burbank, moved to the planet to be with his best friend.

"Stop the replicators!" Morgan exclaimed, seeing a beautiful blonde enter the store.

"What? Did the legendary T'Pol walk in off the Enterprise?" Chuck asked, mentioning the sensual Vulcan who lived centuries ago and not even bothering to look up from the device. "T'Pol, T'Pol, T'Pol…she's got it all," he started singing. "T'Pol, T'Pol, T'Pol…"

"Even better than that!"

"Who's better than T'Pol?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Me?" Sarah said. Chuck looked up and instantly dropped the device. Her eyes were the bluest he had ever seen, as blue as the oceans on Earth, and her hair was the color of a bright yellow main sequence star.

"Hi!" Chuck exclaimed, having been caught completely off-guard.

"I'm Morgan, and this is my buddy, Chuck," Morgan interjected.

"Chuck? I didn't know they still named their kids Chuck…or Morgan for that matter," Sarah responded.

"My parents were strange people," Chuck demurred. "And carnival freaks found Morgan in a Klingon opera house."

"But they still put me through the Rite of Ascension," Morgan added.

"Uh, how can I help you...?"

"Sarah." She handed him an iPod, a collector's item on this planet. "I'm here about this."

"Ah, yes. These boys are easy to fix. Just pop open the back, tighten a few things here and there and...good as new!"

Chuck grinned handing it back to the exotic blonde, who smiled back in appreciation.

A few years ago, a theoretical physicist named Malorian Iratomon met a young man named Chuck Bartowski, whose name was an unusual one. Since the death of his wife, he had thrown himself into his work, sometimes sleeping in his office at the University. He had proposed a revolutionary theory that nothing could go faster than the speed of light, at least not through convention travel, and also that life could exist on other planets if the conditions on this planet were any indication. Ruganna's parent star was a 4.9 billion year old G-type main sequence star burning at a temperature of 5,894 K and orbited at a distance of 101,124,570.94 miles.

But the past week has answered so many questions. There was life on other planets and it was exciting.

"Quite a view, huh?" chuckled Chuck. The scientist smiled, and turned to face his friend. He gasped at Chuck's true appearance: Cranial ridges.

"Chuck...I'm...speechless," Mal said.

"I'm a hybrid. My father was a human from a planet called Earth and my mother is a Klingon. She was born on a planet orbiting that star roughly seventy-eight light years from here." Chuck pointed at the star, known to Rugannans as the North Star. Meeting Admiral Deanna Riker in his childhood, she told him to never feel trapped between two worlds but embrace the richness of his dual heritage.

"What do you do for a living on your planet? You seem to know more than I do about all this," Mal asked, motioning to the vast expanse of the universe.

"I'm just an average humanoid, Mal, just like you. I'm subject to the same frailties and weaknesses. Believe it or not, we're not that different. I'm just an engineer; part of a whole deck responsible in keeping this ship in tip top shape."

"So much to take in."

Chuck smiled. "I know. I was sent to this planet to study your civilization, to see progress taking place. I've come to love this planet as much as I do so many others."

"Don't you have a rule against interfering with less advanced civilizations, though?"

He nodded. "The Prime Directive, one of the most fundamental laws in our Federation. It prohibits Starfleet personnel from interfering with the internal development of alien civilizations. It particularly applies to civilizations which are below a certain threshold of technological, scientific and cultural development. But we make exceptions from time to time to reveal ourselves. After all, you did save our hides."

''Ten thousand years ago we were clusters of tribes around the world hunting with spears and clubs, one thousand years ago the printing press was invented, six hundred years ago we discovered that our planet orbited the sun not the other way around and in the last few days I discovered that there is life on other worlds orbiting those stars we see in the sky. Looking at this ship gives me hope that one day we'll be able to build ships like this one and be able to visit all these worlds.''

''I have no doubt that you will,'' Chuck smiled.

Chuck turned towards his friend. "So what happens now, Mal?"

Mal gripped the railing hard with both hands. "Enough of this wallowing in despair. My daughter bore her first child, a boy, last week. She's been sending communique after communique asking me to visit. At first I thought that husband of hers was a fool. And I still do. But I can't deny he's a good man and will be a good father. Plus, Grandpa Mal has a nice sound to it. Tomorrow I will do just that."

"Let's get you to the transporter room. My captain is a hard ass when it comes to regulations," Chuck said, patted the scientist's back.

"No one is EVER going to believe an old man such as myself. Stories about beings from other worlds that fly starships. Too much science fiction."

Chuck and Mal shared a laugh as they walked down the corridor.

June 25, 2514

A set of amber eyes flickered open, his vision clearing as the buzzing in his head was fast dissipating. Chuck struggled to remember how he got here. He knew his name was Chuck but he had severe gaps in his memory. He was certain, though, that he was married and that his wife made him the luckiest man in the Alpha Quadrant.

The rays of an F-type main sequence star streamed through the pagoda like trees several feet higher than those found in the Earth. He was on a planet, and he knew that they were on a seven year mission to the Triangulum Galaxy, roughly two and a half million light years from Earth. A trip that would have taken decades through conventional means was accomplished using the Quantum slipstream drive in only eleven months. Nearly four centuries of exploring, they've finally broken the Galactic barrier.

Checking his wrist computer, he found the air was 77% nitrogen and 22% oxygen with smaller trace elements the air was safe to breathe. His spacesuit had sent an automatic SOS that should have reached the ship within hours. From there, it was a matter of waiting for the craft approximately forty light years away. He struggled to remember what happened, but he could only recall celebrating his two-year anniversary recently with his wife, Sarah.

After verifying the atmosphere was breathable, he hit a button and his helmet dissembled into the compartment inside the upper chest area. It was then he heard a shrill cry behind him. Turning back, he saw a blue boar-like creature with tusks on either side of its mouth, two eyes on either side of its arrow shaped head, and walking on six legs. This was as foreign as a world as he had ever been on, certain to make his old instructor, Robert Picard, very proud. And given he was the great-grandson of the legendary Jean-Luc Picard, making him proud was the ultimate accomplishment.

In front of him he saw an incredibly unique world. A grassy plain full of grazing animals that resembled horned hippos with long necks. It made sense; the gravity on this planet was slightly higher than that of Earth's, necessitating indigenous creatures to have more legs and be stockier.

He pulled a drone from his thigh compartment, assembled it, and threw it in the air. Immediately it flew off into the atmosphere to collect data on this new world.

"Wow. This is...awesome." quoted his brother-in-law, Captain Awesome, although they used his correct rank of Commander around the tough captain. Both of them served aboard the Enterprise, as did his sister, the Chief Medical Officer.

"What the…?" Chuck saw a circle of stones arranged on top one another in a circle. Could it be?

The herbivores looked up with their rectangle shaped eyes blinking. Sensing something, they suddenly sprinted away. Chuck looked around, where there were herbivores there usually were carnivores, as herbivores had monocular vision to help them spot approaching predators.

Chuck felt eyes on him; he saw a flash of something hiding behind a tree in the forest. It could be an ambush predator. Picking up the pace, he saw creatures so bizarre but still quite fascinating, such as a tree climber the size of a Capuchin monkey with hook-like appendages. He saw the position of the sun in the sky; nightfall would be in a few hours. Walking up a hill, he saw a distant body of water.

It all started to come back to him. He was surveying a red dwarf when he was about to transported when a huge solar storm had passed through the system.

He came upon a beach with pink sand and saw an ocean, the water as far as the eye could see. He saw creatures in the ocean, balloon shaped creatures with flippers soaking up the sun's rays. Scanning them, he got a lot of data, such as discovering the females were the largest of the two sexes and were placental creatures.

The sun set below the horizon at approximately seven in the afternoon, the probe continued sending back data. According to the readings, the planet and its F-type main sequence star was roughly five billion years old, the planet orbited its parent star in 391 days and at a distance of 132,471,158.73 miles. The planet had a diameter of approximately 14,287 kilometers. The star itself radiated at a temperature of approximately 6,129 Kelvin.

Chuck built a fire for that night. The stars were bright and alive in the sky and as dazzling as on any planet he had ever explored. He could see the Milky Way galaxy in the distance. At the edge of the fire, Chuck saw several glowing eyes staring back at him. Whatever it was had excellent night vision. With his own night vision glasses, he could see that it was a large predator the size of a Grizzly Bear with spikes on its back it growled lowly at him. Although he kept his phaser set to stun, it was safe to say the Starfleet officer didn't get much sleep that night.

The sun rose in the East that morning. Chuck saw beaver-sized creatures eat some of the vegetation on the ground. He heard a shrill cry that sounded like a wolverine, several condor-sized aerial creatures using sonar to locate their usual prey. The beaver creatures scurried to their holes. Using coordinated attacks they picked off several of the tiny creatures, from out of nowhere a spear skewered one of the aerial creatures from the air.

The sound of an aicraft approaching scared off the rest of the creatures. Relief washed over the hybrid. In an instant a frantic blonde jumped out of the runabout and into his arms. Science officer Sarah Bartowski peppered her husband's face with kisses.

"Never do that again!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist.

A behemoth of a soldier with pointy ears and upswept eyebrows, and blue eyes walked out of the runabout wearing his usual scowl. John Casey was half-Vulcan but identified with his human side. He was the ship's Chief of Security and acted every bit the role. So much so, most of the crew thought he also had Klingon blood in him. In his childhood he knocked out a classmate on Vulcan for mocking his dual heritage. His volatile temper had been a source of great grief for his Vulcan mother. But he enjoyed collecting ancient firearms; he even had a prized M-16 from Earth's past. And as much of a pain that the man was, he was the one you wanted by your side when the pressure was really on.

"Let's get the hell out of here, Bartowski!" he growled.

He didn't need to be told twice, carrying Sarah into the runabout. He saw Morgan in the cockpit. The bearded man-child, no matter how immaturely he acted, was one of the best pilots in the galaxy.

Team Bartowski left the planet. The runabout soared into the sky, immediately going into warp as it left the planet's gravity. Coming out the tall grass, two astonished yellow eyes couldn't believe what he saw. His pale violet skin was covered in scars from earlier hunts and he just entered his twentieth winter alive. Unak of the Ke'or tribe had been following that being with the shiny skin since yesterday. It had fascinated the young hunter to no end seeing his kill lying several feet away. Grasping the foot with his four-fingered hand, he began dragging it to the settlement not a mile away. He would tell his tribe all about it when he got there.

THE END