Ravs:
The evolution of a starport sounds like a very good way of presenting it, in the proper reverse Order of "X-E-D-C-B-A."
Note--Most Traveller variants of the game list facilities : "None" under this type of port.
By that, they mean, no fuel refininery, no repair yards, no shipbuilding, or spacecraft building, and certainly no TAS-Hotel-Restaurant-Entertainment-Shopping complex.
Extrality "fence?"
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Elsewhere...
"Yah! Starjack, see them thar stones at th' edge of th' field?"... Former Scout Tanu Obrik turned a weather eye to where the local hetman in his chainmail and heavy reindeer hide cloak pointed with a hand like sledgehammer. In more primitive cultures they'd have made adequate runestones, Tanu recalled from his First Contact days in the IISS. These moss covered wind scarred dolmens of limestone pitted with age would never have withstood the elements for such memorials. Tanu nodded, looking back at the local barbarian.
"I see them, Avnarr."
"The Horse-tribes have made me speaker to the Starmen--beyond those, tis your throat to step past this field," The barbarian spat away and with the wind, fondling his well worn sword's pommel. "Trade & Barter aye, they kennit well--but trespass off this sward an Yonder pit at the sou' end be your resting place like as not."
"I see no Horse-tribesman Avnarr, only you."
"I gave my oath, to the tribes--I live at their liesure--ye may pass between stars all ye please--, as many times as ye can aye. But no farther on their holy soil, or tis me who will kill thee--and Tanu," Avnarr paused meaningfully, using his given name, " an' I like ye well enow, but there lies the truth O' it, hey?"
Tanu smiled, with his eyes and shook his head. Well, the S-3 will be happy to know things hadn't changed in four years of war since the Zho had been defeated here, he mused, and turned to his Sulieman-class ship's ramp.
"It pleases me to lose such hard won gains bandying a wordsmith & a warrior like you Avnarr," Obrik caught the leading edge of the small cargo lift and watched his "coveted trade goods" reach the ground. "The Emperor's thanks, I am to convey. Being all men of our words, you, He and I, I'll not be trying your blade and wait for the hand barrow, right here, yes?"
Avnarr's scarred craggy face split into an immense broken tooth grin, and after hoisting his hunting horn to his lips, gave the echoing signal to the Tribes that the Emperor's trade, had safely arrived...
------------------------------------------------------------- "Memories of an E-class port, TL3, Somewhere in the Marches, destination classified, date 1110 TI, Tanu Obrik, Detached Scout.