There is a way to travel faster than light.
There is a vessel, a Giant Discovery Liner named Honor Among Prejudice; there is a crew of 100, selected meticulously from among people who love exploration, who love places-of-peace, who can stand to eat without hunting. Fully 99 of them have never killed another person. The only exception is a long-lived and distinguished scientist, a mission-critical domain expert, old enough to have laid eggs before the widespread availability of androcides, and so to have, understandably, eaten several of its own children. Three have the almost pathological distinction of having allowed a den-invader to leave alive.
There is a wormhole.
There is a vessel, a crew 100 strong, orbiting a foreign star.