GRE Vocabulary Sentences - Trip n' T'Pol Style!

[Elessar]

So I thought about actually putting this up as a fic but... that would be kind of unfair, because it's really just a string of sentences. It just strays in and out of storytelling, so instead it's just going to go into a thread. I'll be practicing vocabulary A LOT, and perhaps relating it to something I know well will help to memorize them. Here is


Trip and T'Pol's GRE Study Guide - Part 1



Many would find alcoholism aberrant to Trip’s typical disposition.

Malcolm was forced to abscond from the public eye after his supposed death.

For T’Pol to serve as Trip’s advocate, were he to get in any legal trouble onboard Enterprise, would be a conflict of interests if Starfleet knew of their relationship.

Trip felt that T’Pol was aggrandizing the situation when she found T’Mir eating by herself as she walked in.

My fiction is like an amalgamation of romance, science fiction and spy suspense.

The precise nature of Trip and T’Pol’s relationship between the end of the Xindi mission and T’Pol’s trip to Vulcan in which she married Koss is ambiguous, leaving room for creation exploration and interpretation.

The scent of chamomile of her neckline was ambrosial as he leant in to kiss her.

The appearance of a 1911 in Star Trek, though awesome, would be somewhat anachronistic.

Trip and T’Pol’s relationship is considered by some to be anomalous.

Trip’s dialect can come across as antediluvian in some instances but many women find it quite charming.

T’Pol’s antipathy towards Tucker when they first met came to a fever pitch before they eventually found common ground and T’Pol came to know him as a man of character and kindness.

Too many times, Captain Archer found himself arbitrating a dispute between his Science Officer and Chief Engineer, though little did he know they would later settle their disputes over candles and broken bed frames.

Only one so close and so connected to Trip’s heart as T’Pol could possibly have assuaged the grief over the loss of his sister.

Not even the gulf of many light years could attenuate the powerful spark of telepathic intimacy stretched between Trip and T’Pol.

In the face of a strict and seemingly stern disapproval of his presence, it was quite audacious of Trip to offer to fix a few of T’Les’ home appliances.

If only Trip had averred his feelings for T’Pol as T’Les suggested, she may not have gone through with the wedding, and their feelings would have been out in the open.

The sight of a Vulcan cradling a tiny baby atop the steps of a rural home in southern Mississppi was anything but banal.

T’Pol’s love for Trip lay as barefaced as the baby in her arms as they looked over the plain grass and held one another in stillness.

Trip blandished Archer repeatedly to consider going after T’Pol and the away team with a strike team on a bold rescue operation, but Archer would have none of it.

Archer was somewhat given to bombast in the diplomatic quarter, but kept his orders swift and to the point on duty.

Though it was a breach of shipboard protocol, Trip and T’Pol planned to marry soon after the loss of their daughter, Elizabeth.

As quickly as her little body had grown from nothing, Trip and T’Pol’s openness with their feelings for one another burgeoned with her very passing.

Though a loudspeaker of emotional chaos at times, Trip was also a rock, a buttress on which T’Pol could steady herself in times of great strain.

Trip was known for cadging the Captain out of extra repair time while in dry-dock to make sure Enterprise was in prime shape.

T’Pol was not known for caprice before marrying Trip, but the injection of his human humor into her life inspired her to let slip a joke here and there.

Trip and T’Pol feared strong castigation from Starfleet Command immediately after making known their scheduled nuptials.

T’Pol’s fateful reception of the reproachful message from Koss regarding their delayed marriage is considered a catalyst for Trip and T’Pol’s romantic involvement.

News of having been thrown 117 years back in time was caustic to the morale of the crew, almost to the breaking point.

The skilled execution of chicanery is a talent Malcolm never truly mastered due in part to his amiable and trustworthy nature.

Archer feared that as time went by, the crew would grow complacent of their mission and the gravity of its success in over a century’s time.

While widely known for her calm exterior, T’Pol’s passion for Trip would unleash in a conflagration of intimacy when the two found time alone.

The corporeal expression of love is only a single dimension of a multifaceted structure that is the indefatigable web adjoining the hearts and spirits of Trip and T’Pol.

Corporal love, though transient, was also a powerful conduit through which Trip’s human mind could reach out and touch T’Pol’s much more developed telepathic centers.

Early instances of inflamed arguments between Trip and T’Pol corroborated later discovery of contention between them, capable of seething passionately in both union and disagreement.

When she chose to marry Koss, continuing to work side by side with T’Pol forced Trip into craven withdrawal from her.

Phlox bore a measure of culpability for the catalyst the made way for physical culmination of Trip and T’Pol’s emotional attachment.

A dearth of experienced combat leadership before the Romulan War would have had costly consequences in the first engagements of the war.

Trip did his best to abstain from showing open affection for T’Pol whenever in the presence of a Human or Vulcan in deference to her emotional boundaries.

Soon after it became public knowledge that a Vulcan and a Human were to be married, the press quickly depicted the two as star-crossed lovers from disparate corners of the galaxy, aided by strained relations between Starfleet and Vulcan.

Trip’s weakness was an absolute lack of capacity to stomach the deprecation of his wife by a mob, and responding to the heckling lead to disastrous consequences.

He felt that the press was depredating the misfortune of their lost child, ignoring their privacy and airing their personal business publically.

Starfleet immediately descried that the two would not be allowed to serve in immediately subordinate positions aboard a starship any longer.

Much of Vulcan’s wind-swept deserts are dry, desiccated husks in comparison to the barrens of Earth’s most perilous deserts.

The leader of a fundamentalist cult delivered a vitriolic diatribe from his pulpit to a massive television audience on the abhorrence God held for a Human-Vulcan mixed marriage.

When T’Pol finally gave an interview, her demeanor was anything but diffident.

She quickly disabused the public of the notion that she and Trip had secretly been seeing one another since she began serving aboard Enterprise.

T’Pol did not disparage Reverend Sommers for his remarks, but relayed her husband’s disappointment that so many people would listen to words of such hate in an era in which humans believed themselves to be enlightened.

Dispassionate but engaging, conversant, and even funny – T’Pol’s interview shocked the world and delivered a new perspective on Vulcans to a great number of Humans who had never personally interacted with one.

The religious faction accused her of dissembling the truth of her and Trip’s relationship, of concealing the truth of accused improprieties.

While initially dogged in its obsession with the pairing of the two, the attention of the press eventually died down, as did the political and religious powder keg their story was thought to provoke.

The public soon began to see the church’s objection to a Vulcan-Human union for the dogmatic, antediluvian anachronism of centuries gone by for what it truly was.

While initially eclectic, this string of Trip-and-T’Pol-related sentences has meandered somewhat reliably into an actual storyline!

The efficacy of Phlox’s initial attempts to recreate Paxton’s genetic experiments while eliminating his errors met with great failure.

Despite negative religious attention and dogged media obsession, Trip and T’Pol received an effluence of well wishes and fan mail not just from Trip’s friends and family, but from countless strangers worldwide.

T’Pol always found the touch of Tucker’s hands emollient and disarming; he was always able to soften her defenses and reach her emotions.

For many years, Trip sought to emulate the leadership characteristics of his good friend and mentor, Jonathan Archer, but eventually had to seek his own counsel when command fell to him in the captain’s absence.

Archer’s encomium before the crowd of diplomats hailed the birth of the Federation.

After her first family reunion, T’Pol found that Trip’s accent, as well as his eccentricities, were endemic to the Tucker family.

While humans can tolerate great variations in temperature, the cold absolutely enervates the Vulcans – it is their greatest combat weakness.

This, perhaps more than any political dispute, worked to engender difference and distrust between the Vulcans and the Andorians over the many centuries.

When they first met, T’Pol’s enigmatic stare often aggravated Trip to no end.

[Alelou]

Now turn each one of those into "X is to Y as Z is to 1)A 2)B 3)C 4)D" in which two of the items are maddeningly close to each other, and you're all set.

Favorite trick GRE words: enervate and restive. Also raze.

[evcake]

Theft was aberrant behavior on Malcolm's part, but he was missing and so was Hoshi's wakizashi.

Malcolm absconded with Hoshi's heirloom weapon, hoping she would seek him in Weapons Locker A.

Trip tried to advocate for Malcolm, assuring Hoshi it was just a prank

It was not aggrandizing the case to say that Hoshi was pissed.

Her feelings were an amalgamation of irritation and titillation.

Heretofore, she had found Malcolm's expressions of interest ambiguous, but this new developement held promise.

For herself, she founf his person appealing, his smile captivating, and his aftershave ambrosial.

Anachronistic, trite, banal - no matter. He turned her knees to jelly.

An intimate relationship between them, while against Starfleet regs, would be far from anomalous, they were sure.

Starfleet regs were anachronistic in this regard.

[Elessar]

These aren't quite as good and definitely don't really follow a trend. BUT! As a little easter egg bonus to my soon-to-be-completely-released Your Mom n' Me 3 and my soon-to-be-surprise-updated A Twist of Fate series', I've added little hints in the sentences as to things that will be happening in the coming releases. The same was actually already true of the previous set of sentences, too


Part 2!

Should Captain Archer’s romantic interest in T’Pol have proved to be anything other than ephemeral, it could have seriously compromised his friendship with Trip.

As T’Pol had once reminded him of his interactions with Ah’len, taking him to meet her parents represented unequivocal evidence of her serious consideration of him as a mate.

Owing to her own erudite upbringing, T’Pol expected the highest of academic standards from her children, Charles and T’Mir.

Esoteric glances between the two allowed a form of emotional contact with which T’Pol could be comfortable.

Though the Vulcans would just as soon see the program eulogized, Trip will find T’Pol a willing advocate to keep the Zephram Cochrane Warp Flight Facility running.

Though the Romulans had hoped it would throw the fledgling Coalition of Planets into chaos, their attempts to turn Tellarite and Andorian vessels upon one another only exacerbated the growing threat of unified solidarity against their policy of universal expansion.

Trip and Malcom’s personal presence aboard a Romulan holoship drone proved exculpatory for the Tellarites blamed in the destruction of several Andorian ships.

Bribing the Orions for Setek’s whereabouts cost Malcolm an exorbitant price.

While not explicitly established, the Bureau’s mandate granted it blanket authority over internal and external security of Earth and Starfleet Command.

When the Daedalus class starships arrived, many considered the Enterprise’s honorable passing at the Battle of Cheron to have protected her memory from becoming a derelict, extant of obsolete technology.

The first time that Subcommander T’Pol consciously realized she felt a physical attraction to Commander Charles Tucker III, she couldn’t fathom where it came from.

While she maintained a basic mien of professionalism on the job, a single drop of alcohol caused the beautiful Lt. Anna Krycek to fawn all over Commander Tucker.

Though he wished he could feign ignorance, Trip had to face the fact that he had just kissed T’Pol thinking she was Natalie.

Trip fervidly argued with his superiors for the continuation of the Zephram Cochrane Warp Flight Facility project but they had no authority to yield.

Trip’s reaction to the discussion and commentary of his naked baby pictures and early childhood exploits turned him a florid shade.

The Federation floundered for several years while it struggled to balance member sovereignty with group strength and unity.

T’Pol left the Tucker Family Reunion angry that Trip allowed his garrulous Great Uncle Sanford to occupy her for over two hours.

As T’Pol stepped into the moonlight, her Vulcan robes – reminiscent of an Indian sari – trailed gossamer threads hung lightly on the air as though by an unseen force.

Though Malcolm’s demeanor was more reserved than beguiling, the intelligence training of his youth harnessed his innate ability to gain information from strangers on demand – particularly women.

Trip’s face is so expressive that he’s considered quite guileless.

As the Romulan cloak mine shot a stake into Malcolm’s leg and pinned him to the hull plating, he began to reflect on what a hapless day he was having.

After the massacre at Coridan Prime, the Coalition of Planets and the Romulan Empire rushed headlong into war.

Given the size and scope of the war, engagements took place pretty homogeneously across the Romulan-Vulcan-Andorian border.

Within the Vulcan High Command, it was widely felt that T’Pol’s decision to allow Archer to turn over intelligence about P’Jem’s intelligence gathering activities to the Andorians was an iconoclastic disgrace against her people.

Many historians attribute Cochrane’s unconventional manner of speech, thought and research to his modest, impecunious roots in Central Missouri.

Archer strove for an imperious delivery of his speech before the Coalition of Planets.

The none-too-subtle implication of the discovery of a generational Enterprise from the past in the command of a son sprung from the loins of Tucker and T’Pol was that the two harbored romantic inclinations toward one another, contentious as they were.

Somehow, Harris improvidently allowed himself to be double-crossed by the Klingons.

Though disparate and inchoate, Trip first developed the principles of the Warp 7 drive while tinkering and experimenting with Enterprise's systems.

Incorrigible was a word T’Pol learned to associate with Commander Tucker very early.

Archer apparently made an indelible impression on the Denobulan ambassador – as evidenced by the emergency convention of the United Denobulan Assembly to consider admission into the Coalition of Planets.

The feeling of standing near his childhood home looking on a massive crater rimmed with asphalt, street corners and half-swallowed up homes was ineffable.

The simultaneity of their tardy arrival lead Ensign Sato and anyone else with half an ounce of sense to infer that Commanders Trip and T’Pol were similarly indisposed when the Captain called for senior officers to the bridge.

Trip’s decision to ignite and explode the shuttle pod’s engine core was risky but ingenious.

Though extremely intelligent, Trip’s simple demeanor often imbues him with an ingenuous quality that courts trustworthiness.

As they dabbled and smoothed decontamination gel all over one another, T’Pol strained to inhibit the powerful inclination to shut Commander Tucker’s mouth for him – with hers.

The seemingly innocuous presence of Orion females on board the ship wreaked havoc with the hormonal balance of both males and females alike, all save Commander T’Pol and – her human, as the Orion females would come to know him – Commander Tucker.

Staring out over the Vulcan fire plains, feeling the drip of truth in T’Pol’s acclamation to marry Koss, Trip found himself utterly confounded by this insensible creature.

The insipidity of the last fifteen straight days with nothing more interesting than a billion year old asteroid began to drive Trip mad when T’Pol showed up one night at his cabin muttering some Vulcan nonsense about “neuropressure”.

In contrast to Starfleet’s mandate for zealous exploration and contact with alien races – the Vulcans’ attitude towards interspecies diplomacy was strikingly insular.

“Intransigent!?” Trip demanded. “Unwilling to compromise,” T’Pol clarified. “I know what it means!” Trip snapped. “It just so happens that it ain’t true! I’m as willing to get naked—er, to compromise as the next guy!” “Then take off your shirt,” T’Pol countered.

After the incident at Archer IV, T’Pol may have described Trip as irascible.

T’Pol’s responses to Tucker’s recriminations of her command style were often terse and laconic.

The attraction between the ship’s Science Officer and Chief Engineer was present from the moment they laid eyes on one another, latent though it was.

Captain Archer’s efforts to diffuse the quickly escalating diplomatic crisis between Vulcan and Andoria by staving off an all out conflict were laudable.

The leviathan Aquatic spacecraft easily swallowed up the Enterprise and transported her back to Earth under assisted power so the human vessel could make repairs.

Loquacious though he was, Captain Archer was unable to sway the opinion of the Klingon High Council.

After leaving Enterprise, Trip found himself experiencing lucid dreams and hallucinations of making love to T’Pol.

Trip largely accredited Malcolm’s lugubrious lament over the loss of his childhood puppy Scruff on the empty bottle of Bourbon rolling around the shuttle pod floor.

During their generational mission in the Expanse, the magnanimity earned by Archer and his crew in rescuing strangers from stranded, derelict ships caught in anomalies leant progress to their secondary objective of making allies in the Expanse.

Had the identity of the perpetrators of the attack on Coridan Prime been ascertained immediately afterwards, the entire quadrant would have united against the malevolence of Romulan aggression.

Years in the dark, twisted service of intelligence operations eventually turned Malcolm a touch misanthropic.

Though it became the familiar designation, it is technically a misnomer to refer to the Romulan Conflict as the ‘Earth-Romulan War’, as many other species and factions were involved.

I can’t think of anyone on the show I would describe as a misogynist.

The words of the Vulcan officiate rang in his ears as Trip processed the words, “now wed.”

Engine grease covered him from head to toe, sapping the life out of him as the day went by.

At first T’Pol didn’t approve of Archer’s leadership style, but eventually, she grew to admire, even extol the captain’s virtues when his mettle was questioned by the Vulcan High Command.

The day the toilets on E-deck all simultaneously overflowed was the last day Trip Tucker procrastinated on plumbing repairs.

While others may have been in grave need, the Xindi mission was paramount – putting eleemosynary causes on the backburner.

Malcolm’s nefarious plan to sabotage Trip’s donkey kong score was almost perfect – but failure became imminent when T’Pol nerve pinched him from behind
Porthos’ noisome odor, though nearly imperceptible to humans was a constant challenge for T’Pol’s ultrasensitive nose.

As the Xyrillian ship was undocking, Trip stood before T’Pol in engineering, gritting his teeth as T’Pol stared at him blankly, obdurately unmoved by his emotional reaction to the words “maternal leave” written in his service record.

T’Pol believed that the rumor leak of Commander Tucker’s pregnancy obviated the need for further secrecy.

Debris from the last attack occluded the path to her quarters – this and this alone was the only reason T’Pol found herself standing in front of Commander Tucker’s door.

An opaque veil of orange and red swirls of matter and antimatter plasma collided through the viewport of the experimental Warp Six reactor at the heart of the Zephram Cochrane Warp Flight Facility.

The command echelons of Vulcan’s High Command had already adopted an ossified policy towards the Syrannite separatists by the time the attack perpetrated on the Earth Embassy on Vulcan implicated the group officially.

Archer’s panegyric address to the Coalition of Planets Delegation set the stage for the trials and tribulations that lie before the fledgling union – ultimately culminating in peace and prosperity for the quadrant.

Peccadillo of a fault though it was, Trip’s carnivorous habit were a constant irritation to T’Pol, for she simply didn’t understand his propensity for consuming extremely unhealthily prepared animal flesh.