Crewman — Security Division
Officially, Briggs is listed in personnel records.
Nobody calls him that.
To the entire Security Division, he is simply:
Ox.
The nickname fits immediately and permanently.
Ox is enormous even by Security Division standards — broad-shouldered, farm-built, and physically intimidating in the effortless way of somebody who spent most of his life doing real labor long before joining Starfleet.
Despite his appearance, Ox is calm, friendly, and almost impossible to genuinely offend. He possesses the relaxed confidence of someone completely comfortable with who he is and entirely uninterested in pretending to be smarter, tougher, or more important than anybody else.
At first glance many personnel assume Ox is slow.
That assumption usually lasts until he quietly says something unexpectedly insightful while everyone else is still overcomplicating the problem.
Unlike many younger Security personnel, Ox has absolutely no romantic illusions about danger or heroics. He openly prefers boring assignments, safe corridors, and uneventful duty rotations over tactical glory.
In Ox’s opinion:
if nobody is shooting at you, the day is already going pretty well.
His humor is simple, observational, and delivered with absolute sincerity, which somehow makes it even funnier. He has a habit of casually dismantling tension with one perfectly timed comment while remaining completely unaware he just did it.
Ox treats most of the ship like an extended small town:
everybody talks too much,
officers overthink everything,
and eventually somebody important is going to make everybody else’s day worse.
Until then,
he is perfectly content standing the watch.