By Adam R. Goss Historian's Note: This story takes place between TNG: "All Good Things..." and Star Trek Generations. "I don't believe this," sighed Deanna, shaking her head. Geordi and Beverly sat watching with expectant grins, and Will had his arms crossed in front of his chest looking like he wanted to mangle something. It had been two months since Jean-Luc had finally joined the command staff’s weekly poker session. In that time, the normally reserved captain had revealed a knack for the game which he had not exhibited to anyone in decades. At the moment there was a huge pot at the mercy of himself, Data, and Worf. "Raise you thirty," said Jean-Luc. "You do realize, sirs, that it is a good day to die." Worf gave the barest hint of a grin as he plunked down his chips. "I see