First Principles: Samair in Argos: Book 3 by MICHAEL KOTCHER Page A

“Nor am I a thief.  In the holds of the Kara are goods that my company had intended for sale.  And I am perfectly willing to return the Kara to its rightful owners.”  He paused again.  “To its rightful owners who sent the ship and its passengers to attack my people and my property.”
                  “And you have proof of that, Captain?” another woman asked.
                  He nodded.  “I have proof that the ship and its passengers attacked my station,” he answered.  Raising his datapad he pressed a key, nodded and then pressed another.  Kly narrowed his eyes, trying to determine what the man was up to.  “Flooding into your datapads and mobile devices now is the information that we recovered from the Kara as well as all the sensor data taken from the Kutok mine, the Grania Estelle and my defense ships.  You will find that the information is uncut and the electronic signatures in the feeds are unchanged, so there should be no question of its providence.  As to who ordered the assault, I can only speculate,” the captain went on, and Kly seethed at his words.  “According to the logs of the Kara the ship was hired by the administrators of the orbital station here,” he gestured indicating the station at large, “to go on the trading mission.  I therefore believe that the administrators need to answer a few questions regarding the events that occurred at my station.  I believe that you folk,” he gestured again, this time to the reporters and Kly again blanched at the truly feral look in the man’s eye, “need to direct your questions to them.”  Eamonn’s eyes swept the scene and then he nodded, the reporters muttering to themselves.  “Why would a ship that was on a trading mission be loaded up with mercenaries?  Who ordered them there?  Thank you for your time.  I have affairs to see to.”  He stepped off the podium and walked away and the reporters started clamoring amongst themselves.
                  “Damn him!” Kly screamed, pounding his arms on the cushions of the couch.  “Damn that man!”
                  But as he calmed and reached for the control to turn the vid off, Kly saw Captain Eamonn return to the podium.  The reporters went immediately silent as it became apparent that the man had more to say.  Damn that bastard! he raged, knowing that there would be nothing he could do to silence the man.  He had everyone in the palm of his filthy, working-class hand.
                  “Oh, and as far as needing further proof that someone in a position of power in this system ordered this completely unprovoked attack?” he asked, his voice calm, but anger just starting to seep through.  Oh, he’s good.  Playing to the crowd.  As though he didn’t already know exactly what he was going to say before coming down here.  And that coming back to the podium bit?  All theater.
                  “Perhaps you kind people will speak to the administrators of this station, and you will ask them why the Leytonstone departed the station and arrived at my gas mine.  I would then ask you to inquire as to why that ship would attack a civilian station.”  He nodded at the audible gasp from the reporters.  “In the data packet I sent you is a number of sensor and video feeds from every conceivable source I had out there.  Gun camera footage from my fighters.  Video footage from the station, the Grania Estelle and my defense ship Cavalier .  All of it showing that the Leytonstone arrived and attacked.  I ask you again to peruse all that material and then ask questions of the administrators on this station.”
                  “What happened to the Leytonstone ?” Danforth demanded.
                  “The crew of the Leytonstone managed to restore power to the ship and they’re limping home.  I think they should be back here in another few days.”