[Ysolde takes Nyneve on a trip]

Once Nyneve's friends had said their goodbyes and headed back for their afternoon astronavigation classes, Ysolde took Nyneve aboard and onto the tiny bridge. As a custom-built capsule ship rather than a converted older vessel, the bridge area was a small passenger lounge with a good forwards view down along the twin hulls of the Jaguar. Ysolde played with a few settings on a display panel and holographic images of the camera drones output flickered to life as speaker panels came online. "Enjoy the cruise!"
Nyneve settled in comfortably as Ysolde headed off to hook up to her pod in the belly of the vessel. Within minutes, the docking arrays were smoothly hovering the ship to the undocking ramps and Ysolde had to turn the sound feedback down from the passenger berth as Nyneve's excited squee almost deafened her aural pathways through the podware interface.
The repulsors coasted the ship away from the station, rapidly heading towards the back end of a slow-moving Mammoth-class industrial vessel that was taking time to align itself before opening a warp tunnel. Nyneve squealed that they were about to crash, then squealed again in excitement as a blast of the engines pulled the ship into a sharp upwards bank whilst the autopilot came online. Ysolde spun the camera drones around the Adamant so Nyneve could get a good look, then directed a few to inspect the nearby Mammoth for Nyneve's viewing pleasure. For her efforts, she got an earful of "Wow look at that!/It's got WHAT?/Oh my God its vast!"
Then the warp engines came online and with an almighty roar as space itself distorted into a subspace tunnel across the star system, the Adamant resoundly broke the conventional laws of physics to the tune of 6 light years per second. Ysolde was sure everyone back in the station must have heard Nyneve's "WOOOOHOOOO!!!" at that moment.

The ship was buffeted around by the collapse of the warp tunnel as the jump gate fast approached and Nyneve made some rather uncomfortable sounds. Ysolde was surprised for just a moment until she remembered the cushioning effects of her pod and that passenger seats lacked such luxuries. "Sorry about that, takes some getting used to. It happens every time we drop out of warp. When you're in a capsule, though, you won't feel it any more."
Some camera drones were instructed to drift over the CONCORD ships at the gate so Nyneve could see the bizarre hulking forms of the battleships and the nimble little SWAT vessels. She remarked upon the similarity of the latter to the Republic Fleet's own Firetail vessel, itself cribbed from an old design from a long-forgotten rogue faction. Ysolde couldn't help but smile as she told Nyneve that next time, they could go for a spin in her private Firetail.
The approach to the gate didn't take long with the afterburners at full thrust and Ysolde told Nyneve to hold on tight. "Don't blink or you'll miss it!" The camera drones recalled automatically and the displays blinked out one by one until only the main window remained for Nyneve to witness the jump. The gate itself was an Amarr design in burnished pyerite and the build-up of power surrounded the Adamant in a corona of greenish plasma until Nyneve had to shield her eyes from glare with her arm. Then it happened: everything ripped through subspace, becoming transparent then fading into nothing before reforming before her eyes – all in the space of a heartbeat. Nyneve was terrified for that moment as she watched herself, the ship and reality itself atomise...

The ship took a few moments to run mandatory diagnostics to ensure the jump went smoothly, automatically cloaked by the gate in case of camping hostiles. Ysolde wondered why she hadn't heard anything from Nyneve at the jump - no shouting, squealing, screaming or laughing. "Ny - you OK?"
It took a few seconds before her cousin found her voice, "no, y-yes... what just happened to me? I came apart! My atoms flung themselves away into bits and I came back!" Her voice was breaking into hysterics. "I thought it had gone wrong and I was going to die!"
"Ny, Ny - it's alright, everything is fine. You're fine, the ship is fine, and I’m fine. That's how a harmonic wave jump gate works. We're all alive and hunky dory and in this ship you'll be safe." The Jaguar smoothly moved off and arced downwards into a slow orbit around the gate – Ysolde wasn't going to enter warp just yet. Not until Nyneve was alright and ready.
Nyneve's voice was small, "I don't think I want to be a pilot any more..."
Ysolde tried a different tactic. "Did you notice how one minute, you were in Ammold and the next you were in Pator? How the stars shifted, the sun was a different colour and the planets had changed? When you came here from Saila you were in a cryotank to withstand the large number of jumps and warps so you would never have seen it before." She spun the ship around so the main view window faced in the direction of Matar. "You see that pale disc in the distance to your right? That is Matar. That is our homeworld."
Nyneve quietened down as she stared out of the window at the sight of the mythical homeworld. "D-do we have family there?"
Ysolde pondered how to answer for a moment. "We might, but if we do I have not been able to find them. It's been too many generations. I did try and make some contacts within the Amarr Empire to trace the lineage of the slave families back but I couldn't get far enough."
Nyneve nodded slowly, calming down now as she watched the gate slowly arc through her field of view.
"You ready to enter warp? I'm going to dock at the station orbiting Huggar."
"Yeah..."
Once again the ship veered off as it aligned with the planet Huggar, then accelerated through the warp tunnel for a few moments until the speck before them grew into the bright disc of Huggar and the matari station in geosynchronous orbit loomed.